"This is the navigation compass invented by Emperor Russell at the beginning of the Age of Navigation. It is said that it can always point to a safe route and ensure that the original trade fleet can sail smoothly in the violent sea."
Unlike several aristocratic young people gathered in front of the glass showcase, Victor just stood quietly outside the crowd, with a faint smile and slightly narrowed eyes that seemed to be full of teasing.
The trading fleet...the Age of Sail...he would think about the trade between the North and South Continent that he learned in middle school, and the resistance he saw near the Rhoad Islands when he went to sea for the first time as an adult.
Although he is somewhat defeated by the natives who still believe that tattoos can win the favor of non-existent gods, for the nobles of the northern continent, Russell may really be called a hero.
He brought more abundant resources to the Southern Continent and provided more cheap labor for the construction of the Northern Continent after the war. Thanks to his actions, he forced the indigenous people to actively embrace the outside world. I was called an Extraordinary.
Opportunity.
Resisting the urge to turn his wrist to steal something, Victor looked at the exit leading to the next exhibition hall, only to find that the young lady from the Hall family was also looking in the same direction.
The empty exit was reflected in the blue eyes. Before Victor could try to "decrypt" it, two middle-aged men in black trench coats rushed in. The leader walked directly to the tour guide responsible for following the tour group.
In front of him, he rudely interrupted the other party.
"I'm sorry, but today's visit is over."
Without waiting for those young people to question him, he directly pulled out his ID from the inside of his coat and looked at the logo of the Special Operations Group of the National Police Agency on it, forcing the nobles to swallow the questions that were already flowing to their lips.
Max, with a gloomy face, glanced at the faces of the elegantly dressed nobles, casting inquiring glances like his teammates beside him.
"There are one or two spiritual fluctuations, but there are no marks on them."
Seeing the complicated expressions on his teammates, Max's already clenched fists clenched again.
Damn it!
............
Above the gray mist, in the majestic ancient palace.
A shadowy shadow suddenly appeared at the top of the mottled long table, and the pale flames in the eye sockets were weak.
"Ahem... the car almost rolled over..."
Several rays of light quickly flew out from under the shadow, and the pale Klein leaned back on the chair, his right hand constantly moving along his chest.
Those strange eyeballs that suddenly appeared at the last moment, if it weren't for the angelic talismans and tokens in his body, Klein might not even have time to end the summons on his own initiative.
What on earth is that?
A first-level sealed artifact from the Church of Steam?
Klein recalled his last feeling. He only remembered that when the eyeballs appeared around him, he seemed to have suddenly returned to the desperate situation where he was controlled by the thread of the spirit body for the first time, and his body movements were a little sluggish.
And what’s even scarier is that those eyeballs seem to see through his own disguise!
He glanced at the pure white talisman on the table, and the movements of his hands were a little slower.
Fortunately, I was lucky enough before taking action. The pieces broken by the bullet blocked all the curses from those eyeballs, otherwise...
His eyes moved slowly, and finally landed on the spells and copper whistles scattered on the table, and on the thin card.
But it all pays off.
"The card of blasphemy, or should be called the 'Black Emperor' card."
Klein murmured as he picked up the card depicting Russell's full body in emperor's clothing, looking around at the patterns on its surface, trying to spread his spirituality.
strangeness.
He put down his hand with some confusion, and looked at the card with a hint of solemnity in his eyes.
After this card touched his spirituality, there was no reaction.
You can’t just get a fake card!
If you think about it carefully, after what happened in the morning, the Church of Steam has increased its vigilance, and it is not impossible to replace some things with fakes.
"Don't worry, this card is real."
A calm voice sounded from behind, and "Secret" suppressed Klein's subconscious movement of elbowing him backwards. His palms gently rested on his shoulders, and he looked at the card with a hint of complexity in his eyes.
This is real?
Ignoring the thought, he rashly hit the back of the high-backed chair. Now his right arm felt numb. Klein checked the card again, and for a moment there was silence in the gray fog.
This should be the first card Russell made. After all, when he first mentioned the blasphemy card in his diary, he meant that he wanted to give the masterpiece he had just made to the destined person.
Destined person... Rubbing the patterns on the surface of the playing card, Klein's brows furrowed deeper and deeper, and he raised his head little by little.
No, is he really that boring?
Combined with the "activation" mentioned before by "Mystery", Klein can only think of one possibility.
"The card of blasphemy corresponds to the opening spell?"
"clever."
The floating god nodded approvingly.
The corresponding spell...should be related to Russell herself...Klein pursed his lips slightly and narrowed his eyes almost to a slit.
"never mind!"
Under "Secret's" surprised gaze, he replied matter-of-factly:
"My body is not protected in reality. Anyway, I already have this card, and it won't be stolen by anyone if I put it here. I might as well wait until it's safe at night and then slowly crack it."
............
The afterglow of the sun has disappeared, and the red moon that has just occupied the sky is releasing its magical brilliance wantonly, covering the scattered stars together with the haze in the sky.
The shiny black leather boots stepped on the Kingdom Avenue with regular crispness, step by step, breaking up the accumulated water on the asphalt road.
Ignoring the passers-by coming and going around her, and being ignored by others as well, Bernadette recalled the last scene she saw.
The dark ghost figure with pale and twinkling eyes sneered and took away the cards. The cycle of fate distorted his coming and going, and the filthy shadow covered his face, coupled with the most conspicuous cold aura.
"Death", "Secret Prayer", "Destiny"... what kind of suture monster is this?
It is true that she has lived for more than a hundred years, but this is the first time she has seen such a strange spirit.
The small round mirror in the hand ripples like waves, and the beautiful words in cursive handwriting slowly emerge.
"The Archbishop of the Church has taken over."
Seeing the message from her brother with whom she was not close, Bernadette suddenly stopped.
The Archbishop of the Church, I remember, seemed to be a "occult scholar"?
An unreasonable desire to win suddenly surged into her heart. She hesitated, turned around, and in a gesture that violated the rules of physics, she arrived at an uninhabited corner a few hundred meters away.
This is far away from the Kingdom Museum where the Archbishop of the Steam Church may have descended.
Bernadette waved her hand casually, and the pale purple gauze slowly descended from the sky, covering the narrow end of the alley in a dreamy "water curtain."
She blew the small horn hanging from her waist, and a half-human, half-wind fantasy spirit came from the void and respectfully handed over a crystal and simple forehead ornament.
Examining the jewelry with a huge diamond inlaid in the middle and seven different colors constantly flowing on the surface, Bernadette's outstretched hand suddenly froze in mid-air.
It's just that he didn't get a blasphemy card that didn't belong to him, and Bonova had already appointed the Archbishop of Steam to help retrieve it. Why was he still so excited, and even wanted to use the power of this level 0 sealed item?
?
Bernadette's hand that was hanging in the air returned to her side, and the spirit body holding the jewelry couldn't help but look at its owner in confusion.
Seeing that the item in his hand had not been taken away, and the power of the level 0 sealed item had begun to leak out, the half-human, half-wind spirit couldn't help but think about whether he should put this precious collection back into the treasure house.
Just as he was thinking, Bernadette, who had lowered her eyebrows and couldn't pay attention for a long time, suddenly pulled the forehead ornament and tied it directly to her forehead. Her body instantly turned into a torrent of information, blending with the surrounding environment.
One body.
Combined with her previous peek into the river of destiny, she secretly believed that this might be the beginning of the disaster.
As a "master of prophecy", she has seen in her dreams more than once that Backlund turned into a sea of fire, and the dark shadow that covered the sky rushed out from the ground, and the king's land was covered with charcoal and scorched earth.
Hazy colored threads spread in front of her eyes, flowing into the distance along the river of data. Bernadette, who was temporarily transformed into "information", used the identity of the level 0 sealed object to faintly break the anti-divination of the items in the mysterious spirit body on her.
In the distorted vision, a dazzling light point was walking out of the distant housing area and turning into an alley that few people passed by.
"Got you."
While she was still conscious, Bernadette quickly took off the headdress from her forehead and threw it to the spirit servant who was still waiting nearby.
The weird half-human, half-wind spirit glanced at the jewelry in his hand. The storm around him and the strips of cloth used as clothing suddenly expanded, densely wrapping the forehead jewelry with an increasingly shining surface, and actively threw it into the illusory door behind him.
.
"wind".
Accompanied by the obscure ancient Hermetic language, the invisible wind turned into strands of silk thread and wrapped around Bernadette's black boots. With a slight click, she entered the spiritual world directly.
These are the "Magic Boots of Hermes", a "mysterious reappearance" that gives the caster the ability to temporarily travel to the spiritual world.
Following the increasingly thin traces in the long river of destiny, Bernadette barely discerned the direction in the spiritual world. Driven by the spiritual wind, her body landed in a general area based on intuition.
"A 'master of prophecy'?"
The pungent smell of blood hit her face, and Bernadette subconsciously crossed her arms in front of her body. The dim starlight gathered into a wall, blocking the scorching fireball.
This was indeed a dark alley, but what was waiting for her was not the weird spirit just now, but a ferocious giant dog with a gaping mouth and fresh shreds of meat hanging from its sharp tusks.
There seemed to be lava flowing in its red eyes, and its limbs that were originally trembling due to the suppression of Bernadette's personality were tightened again after receiving support from the owner. A low bark mixed with "obscene words" seemed to be roaring out at any time.
Yes, the owner of this giant dog with obvious "devil" characteristics is here.
Jason Belial, who has high cheekbones and sharp features, has his head lowered like a puppet with its strings cut off. Behind him, Fabuti, whose abdomen was wrapped in gray-white mist, looked at the demigod who suddenly appeared in front of him, with a pursed corner of his mouth. A vague smile.
The slippery ground boiled instantly, and shadow tentacles waved wildly. With just a glance, Bernadette felt as if she had fallen into a glacier, and the warmth in her blood vessels was slowly freezing.
She struggled to move her lips, and the thin air was squeezed out of her lungs to form broken and unclear words.
"I wish...to escape...the...curse...that I am suffering from..."
Gray mist overflowed from the hem of her coat, and with a soft flash of light, Bernadette suddenly raised her hands and blew on the horn at her waist.
The strong wind rushed out from the horn. Unlike the spirit body that had just responded to the call, the gray-black air flow violently washed the surroundings. A pale mask with soft features emerged from it. In an instant, the entire alley fell into indescribable silence and coldness. It's like the underworld has descended.
"Interesting, you are actually the owner of that magic lamp?"
Within the gray-black wind wall, the dark shadow of Mo Lake shrouded the ground where the Devil Dog and its owner were. They ignored the strong wind pressure as if it were nothing. A pair of blood-red eyes penetrated all colors and pierced Bell directly. Nadai's waist, which was covered by her coat, rumbled with a characteristic "devil" language.
Farbuti curiously looked at the gray mist that was essentially the same as the wound on his waist, and without warning, he grabbed the chest of Jason Belial behind him with his backhand.
With a sharp dig of his pale and thin fingers, a still-beating heart was forcibly pulled out of Jason Belial's chest.
Thick blood left from between her fingers, and the shadows on the ground boiled again. Against the death aura exuded by the soft mask, a position made entirely of blood covered the alley, and the ritual rails in the center pointed into the distance and were barely used. Bernadette is unable to move due to the sealed object.
The ferocious-looking black giant dog curled up and trembled at Fabuti's feet. Jason Beria, who had lost his heart, was still standing strangely in place, with holes in his chest and ribs running through his body, and there was a constant flow of stinky black mud. flow from it.
Fabuti pinched the living heart in his hand, the smile on his lips was cruel but not crazy, and his blood-red eyes penetrated rationally through the barrier between reality and the spiritual world, locking onto a space close to blood and gunpowder smoke.
"Although I really want to taste you, I prefer the promised meal to the exquisite appetizers."
Looking at his own reflection in Bernadette's panicked blue eyes, Fabuti could hardly see any trace of the "devil" look.
But she knows better than anyone else that under her current frail appearance, her heart still longs for chaos and madness.
boom!
The beating heart exploded in the air, and thick blood mist poured into the ritual. With the help of the inseparable connection with the "abyss", Fabuti overcame the obstruction of the "Death" path sequence, an illusory door. It slowly opened behind Bernadette, like a giant beast waiting to be fed. The cold air flow was bound by the huge gravity, carrying Bernadette and pouring into the endless darkness.
The pale mask that had lost its spiritual support slowly opened its eyes. She indifferently glanced at Fabuti, who was about to reach out, and allowed the cold air to throw her into the abyss gate that was about to close.
winter!
The illusory door finally closed, and Jason Beria still stood strangely frozen in place. Fabuti, with a strange expression, slowly squatted down, stroked the hair of the black giant dog, and said with some confusion:
"Was it the uniqueness of the 'God of Death' just now, or..."
.............
Holding back a severe headache, Bernadette slowly climbed up from the cold stone floor.
“Is this the ‘abyss’?”
She was a little surprised that she didn't smell the pungent smell of sulfur. She tentatively lit a spark in her hand and raised it high, illuminating the surrounding darkness.
In the empty dark hall, two huge thrones towered above the stone platform. They seemed to have sensed Bernadette's probing gaze, and seemed to have been waiting here for a long time.
The red figure on the throne had its legs crossed, and there was a hint of surprise in her voice.