Klein, who was sitting upright at the top, leaned back. There was deathly silence in the foggy dreamland, and the desk with a broken glass frame stood in the lightless darkness.
Klein examined the bookmark covered in blood and glass fragments. As time passed by, the bright red blood actually blended into the delicate pattern of the bookmark, gradually molding into Russell's face, and the single blue pair of
The child's eyes were stained by crimson, and he cast his eyes in the direction of Klein quite intelligently.
"die!"
A distorted roar rushed toward Klein from all directions, rushing into his eardrums unimpeded.
The mountain peaks rose from the thick darkness, like the never-ending storm on the violent sea, roaring down from the heights, sinking the painful and wailing soothsayer into the "bottom of the sea".
"Again, you'll never learn your lesson?"
A gentle voice sighed softly, and a soft gray mist rose from the "sea bottom". The sea of mist swaying like a kapok field bore an invisible weight. The only shimmering spirituality in the darkness was grasped by the tentacles extending from the mist.
After passing by, the soft fog waves closed instantly.
Hiss... If the torture caused by Mr. Divination before made him experience a "pain that Indians will never forget", then the mediocre card used in the divination this time was Jean Clair.
Well, I felt the original South American branding gift package again.
"It seems there's something really wrong with that card..."
With many parts of his body's muscle tissue exposed to the air, and his eyes as dry as foam paper, Klein sucked in the cold air and said nonsense.
"How can a card that records the secrets of becoming a god not be special? I remember that you should have been told on the first day you joined the Nighthawks that knowledge represents personality and power to a certain extent."
"Secret" parsed the dream fragments in his hands with some confusion. There was a faint golden light in the darkness under the robe. It seemed that there was something more terrifying in the pollution and confrontation in the fragments.
The red and tender skin slowly covered the muscles. Klein adjusted to the stimulation of the new eyeballs by the light and expressed his doubts.
"So every Blasphemy card is like this?"
"Is this why the church has been unable to find them? Because everyone who attempts to divine their whereabouts will be attacked by pollution and die tragically for no reason?"
"How is it possible? In fact, there are already many blasphemous cards in the hands of the church, and those who are living outside are also held by demigods who are not even angels. If every blasphemous card will bring this level of harm,
Pollution, Backlund has monsters running all over the place."
"Secret" shook his head to deny Klein's guess. He closed his empty palms slightly, and the crimson blackness quickly dissolved into the gray mist and disappeared.
The simple black robe was gathered up, and the "Mysterious" figure floating in the air suddenly disappeared, reappearing on the high-backed chair engraved with the variant pattern of "World" corresponding to "Soothsayer".
Her fingers tapped the table regularly, and she raised her chin towards Klein.
"Tell me, what did you see at the Russell Memorial Hall today? Even if it is a blasphemy card, you will not let you see this kind of thing for no reason."
The wounds on his body had recovered as good as before, and his double-breasted dress was as neat as new. Klein coughed lightly and briefly recounted his trip today, emphasizing Russell's diary and the magical mirror.
"Arrods, you don't need to worry about him. Letting him get close to you now will only cause you trouble..." "Secret" shook his head in surprise, "But that guy Huang Tao actually wrote something like this in the end
Diary, and commissioned Bonova to let me see it through this method?"
The god on the high-backed chair raised his slender eyebrows and gave Klein a strange look.
She had actually seen the diary written by Russell to herself, but her judgment at that time was that this guy might just want to leave a way out for himself before he died.
But when he saw the clue that Arrods wanted to reveal to Klein, "Secret" discovered that it might not be as simple as he thought.
"Where did Russell go on his last voyage?"
Maybe those little guys didn't understand the truth back then. Even if the Archbishop of Steam answered this question in person, he would probably say with confidence: Of course, he inspected the empire's maritime fortresses and awarded the imperialist generals at that time
"Golden Cicada" badge.
But the truth that history tells itself is that Russell hid himself on an abandoned ghost ship on his last voyage, and used that ship's special connection with the spirit world to climb Mount Honakis.
Yes, that's right, it's funny, a man went up a mountain in a boat.
She attempted to pass through the spirit world and descend directly to the main palace where Zhou Mingrui was sleeping, bypassing the hidden town in the night and the unique fog barrier of "The Fool" on the periphery.
But unfortunately, after experiencing the harassment of little Zaratul, Antigonus, who was punished, increased his defense efforts. At the moment when the "Emperor of Knowledge" attempted to invade, he recited the homage of the "God of Mysteries".
name.
The group of angels summoned by the fog of history cordially received His Majesty, and enthusiastically dismantled the ship, restoring it to a "mystic mage" characteristic.
Although she was half asleep and half awake throughout the "mysterious" process, this did not prevent her from reading the records of the historical fog before.
So after understanding this, it becomes clear when we look at Arrods' little trick. He is trying to convey to Klein that the current state of "Mystery" is abnormal.
As for Russell's letter, this letter happened to appear together with the Blasphemy Card, and it also caused Crane to be contaminated at that level during divination. The truth hidden behind it is self-evident.
The real author of this letter is not the dying Huang Tao, or rather he is not familiar to the "Secret", but the dirty shadow spawned by the "Fallen Mother Goddess".
It's just as disgusting as ever... The corners of "Secret's" mouth slowly raised and he continued what he had just left unfinished.
"Don't pay too much attention to what you see. Russell was polluted by a very high level of character in his later years. Maybe some of them happened to fall on this card of blasphemy."
"Then no one can use this card?"
Klein's brows suddenly wrinkled.
He knew the whereabouts of two blasphemy cards in total, one of which was in the hands of the red angel Medici, although that angel had promised that as long as he rescued her, he would give the card to him.
But Klein is not willing to see the True Creator have another angel-level servant.
The other one is the one that Russell himself said in his diary was a gift he wanted to give to someone he was destined to have.
"Of course not. If the pollution on that card could be triggered at will, then the steam would have recycled it by itself because of this characteristic, and it would not be your turn to divination at all."
"Mystery" first answered Klein's question.
"If it is just a simple contact, it is just an ordinary card. All blasphemous cards that have not yet been activated are just cards that cannot be damaged. Only those that are special and have been activated will affect the surrounding creatures and
environment."
Klein gently tapped his fingers on the armrest and asked thoughtfully:
"So which cards are special?"
He didn't want to cause trouble in getting it back for himself.
"'Mother', 'Moon', 'Door'... and 'Black Emperor'." "Secret" sighed longly. "Unfortunately, the one you divined just now was the 'Black Emperor'.
"
"Black Emperor"?
The Emperor of the Solomon Empire, the Black Emperor?
Klein subconsciously opened his mouth, but the hand pressing down on the other side of his body made him swallow his question back.
Very good... "Secret" nodded with satisfaction. She tapped her fingers on the mottled table faster and explained the special features of the "Black Emperor" card.
"Fortunately, unlike the other three cards, the 'Black Emperor' card is relatively safe. It is special only because it corresponds to Russell's last sequence name."
"Yes, that's right, just as you thought, 'Black Emperor' is a serial name, and there is only one emperor in the Solomon Empire."
Noticing the subtle expression on his face, "Secret" nodded slightly in affirmation.
"Black Emperor" represents sequence zero?
Klein recalled "Mystery's" once plausible answer.
"Medici, Einhorn, and Sauron are all sequence one. Tudor, yes or no."
Yes and no...
In the War of the Four Emperors, the Pluto Emperor, who was the last to withdraw from the stage of history, was called the God of Death in the Southern Continent. Now Solomon is also the "Black Emperor" of unknown sequence, so the remaining two must also be true gods in some way.
Red Angel Medici is an angel of the "Hunter" path, and all three of them are Sequence One...
Klein had a vague guess about Tudor's identity, but there were still large gaps in the puzzle of knowledge, making it impossible for him to sort out the details.
It seems I really need to get that card of blasphemy.
Anyway, "Secret" said that card was relatively safe, but she was the last person willing to let herself encounter danger in vain.
After all, she needs to wipe her butt most of the time...
"I understand..." Klein sat up straight, then bowed slightly awkwardly towards "Mystery", and then flashed crimson and disappeared above the gray mist.
You got it...what did you get?
"Mystery" in the "World" seat tilted his head to the right.
............
Tick-tock-tock...tick-tock...
On the wet moss, dirty muddy water dripped slowly along the green fibers, adding another smell to the already muddy sewer floor.
The outer layer of the wall peeled off, and the pipes in disrepair and the dark red brick walls soaked with a lot of moisture were exposed to the air. Groups of milky white mist were seeping out from the pipe joints full of black and purple rust spots, strangely floating in the air.
outside the humid air.
call!
A cold breeze comes in from time to time from the gap between the sewer and the manhole cover on the ground, but the lingering milky white mist gathers more and more. As it spreads, the mice living in the dark corners follow the smell and look like each one in the East District.
Drunk drunkards, their tiny limbs swaying from side to side, even if the flesh and blood of their companions are dissolved and their bones are scattered, they are pouring into the white mist in the air in groups.
Each living little life seemed to have jumped into a pool of sulfuric acid, disappearing from the world from head to toe. Only the increasingly larger flesh balls in the center of the white mist could prove the traces of their existence.
The squirming sound of the sarcoma became more and more noisy, and it expanded unbridled. Until all life in the sewer had disappeared, it slowly moved its body. Several slender sections came from deep in different directions, the shortest and thickest.
The part was twisted into a spherical shape that was much smaller than a meat ball, while the other parts were more slender, and finally split into five branches at the end.
Dense hair drilled out from the surface of the smaller flesh ball, and some were sparsely scattered in the middle of several slender sections. Pale skin replaced the bright red muscle groups. As the stars began to twinkle in the mist, this group of freely growing
After all, under the guidance of "law" and "order", Sarcoma condensed into a rough human appearance.
The skinny Charlotte Tamara Treville looked at herself wrapped in disgusting mucus, and felt a little confused for a moment. It took a long time before she found a barely complete item from the sewage flowing in the ditch in front of her.
After some processing, the coat was assigned to me.
"I almost died."
She walked unconsciously and walked like a cat. The shining blue-purple gem on her neck was almost integrated with the white flesh. However, her extremely malnourished body now looked a little scary with the huge gem in the middle of her collarbone.
people.
At the last moment when part of the power of the "Sea of Chaos" detonated, she decisively used "Space Cutting" to tear her body, which had just recovered to almost the same level, into pieces. By virtue of the characteristics of the "Uncertain Mist", she escaped most of the damage.
But even so, the pollution from the "Sea of Chaos" makes this cobbled-together consciousness even worse.
Although she is very reluctant to admit it, as the remaining consciousness of the "Uncertain Mist" on the earth, after using Charlotte Treville to forcibly accommodate the "planeswalker" characteristics, she has become a traditional person.
Mental suture monster.
Even if there is a chance in the future to find the part of herself that has a complete will and can control the "State of Disorder" and the two uniquenesses, she will only be called a new alien god that is very similar to the "Uncertain Mist"
.
The large coat almost fell to the ground, her cheeks were so thin that her bones were clear, and Xia Lu, who was not as charming as before, stretched out her hand.
The faint starlight shone under her skin, and the blue-purple light flickered hard on her fingertips.
One second, two seconds, three seconds... before realizing the spiritual deficit, an illusory door slowly took shape.
She looked at the woman behind the door who looked surprised and wary of her, and a familiar smile appeared on her skeleton-like face.
"I think we should still have a chance to cooperate."
............
In the real world, until the Kingdom Memorial Hall closed, Klein boarded the gray mist again.
After roughly scanning around and confirming that half of his body had probably gone to sleep again, Klein put down the stone in his heart and responded to the ritual of praying to himself in reality just now.
The illusory door opened on the long table. In the gray mist behind the high-backed chair, several afterimages of different colors flew into Klein's body. The shadowy robe fell from the air, and the lines wandering on the surface were affected by inexplicable power.
Twisted, connected end to end, the cold aura even overshadowed the gnawing hunger. Under the void hood, two pale flames burned in the eye sockets.
Isn't it a bit exaggerated?
Klein looked at himself in the full-length mirror that had just materialized. He looked at himself who was wearing a shadowy robe, with flames flashing in his eyes like a lich, and the darkness on his body was flowing strangely, twisting to form a closed loop. He suddenly made some moves.