"Can I get an advance, or spend money or something?" Klein turned his head and muttered softly.
"Huabei?"
I am only a mid-level Sequence 7 person. How can I make a deal with a Sequence 1 angel? After coughing, Klein shook his head.
"do not worry about it."
Seeing that Klein was not very interested in the transaction, the coiled white giant snake felt a little regretful, wagging its tail irritably, and convinced himself.
"I'm leaving anyway, and there's nothing to lose by telling you those revelations."
The blood-red eyes suddenly opened, and the needle-shaped vertical pupils gradually expanded into circles, staring straight at Klein.
"Let me tell you first, even if these revelations are just vague symbols, they are also mixed with a lot of knowledge that is fatal to demigods and extraordinary people. I cannot pour specific revelations directly into your mind."
Klein stared at the two continuously rotating silver spirals in the giant snake's eyes and shrugged.
"I have no problem."
The silver spiral spun faster, Will Auceptin's voice suddenly became magnetic and became ethereal, and the night sky in the entire dreamland became darker.
The breeze stirred up out of thin air blew the weathered ground, quickly sketching out abstract symbols. Among them, the dark pupilless eye occupied the center position, and hanging next to it were demons shaped like dragon heads, and
Crowns, scales, doors and strange symbols that resemble the "witch" symbol are mixed together.
There is no sign of the "Secret Prayer" path... Klein frowned slightly, his eyes full of confusion.
In his opinion, the Aurora Society has been continuously operating secretly in the East District recently, seeking to expand its influence and spread the belief of the True Creator. Even "Secret" admitted that the True Creator does have an agenda.
"The weight has exceeded the weight of the scale. In front of unimaginable rewards, plague and fear feast... All the sorrow will dissipate with the wind of history and be forgotten in the face of the unstoppable torrent. Only
The backflow of filth dyed the pillars red, and I wrote down a few strokes in unknown corners..."
Will Asceptin murmured softly with unclear words. Klein frowned as he listened to the sage's breathy whisper, but it was difficult to grasp the key points of the words. He was confused and couldn't find a clue.
My intuition tells me that Will Auceptin felt that he not only saw this, he must have his own understanding... His eyes turned to the symbols on the ground again, between the symbols that looked like "The Fool" and the dragon-headed demon.
The simple drawings were intertwined, and Klein fell into deep thought.
After a while, he slowly shook his head, touched his chin again, and looked at Will, whose eyes had returned to normal.
"What is the connection between the 'devil' that appears frequently in Backlund recently and this symbol?"
"This should be counted as another price." Will glanced at the dragon head logo on the ground, and his tone became obviously more serious.
His restless tail slapped the ground. "Do you know the symbol usually used to symbolize the path of the devil?"
"The one with the horns?" Klein's left brow raised slightly.
These were the first few path signs that he mastered, because the seemingly stereotyped ram's horn pattern was very similar to the image of the devil on earth, and it was impossible not to make more associations with it.
"Although it is now recognized that the ram's horn pattern is a characteristic of 'demons', many 'demons' will also grow horn crowns similar to ram's horns after becoming demons," Will Asceptin recalled as the snake's head left its coiled body.
, "But actually earlier, in the era when the ancient gods were rampant, there was another iconic symbol."
He tapped the ground with his tail. "That's the dragon head symbol."
As he spoke, the tip of his scale-less tail deftly drew an image of a giant dragon with nine heads on the sand, making Klein's eyelids jump.
Nine heads and ten crowns...isn't this Satan?
Klein tried his best to control his expression and parted his lips.
"Is this a symbol of the ancient god Fabuti?"
The huge white snake just silently swept away the simple drawings on the ground, but the silence already answered the question very well.
The coiled snake bodies twisted slowly and gradually stretched into a slender shape.
"Okay, I have a hunch that my train is coming."
Will Auceptin raised his head again and averted his eyes with a guilty conscience.
Klein, who had a fairly good emotional intelligence, withdrew a smile that could not be said to be pretty, and also moved his face away.
"Anyway, thank you for your generosity. I probably saw something from the revelation."
Will's swaying snake head settled down, and he looked at Klein strangely, without concealing the hesitation in his eyes.
"What's wrong?"
"No." He quickly denied it and made up a lie at random, "I just saw your future fate."
"Perhaps this catastrophe for most people in Backlund may actually be an opportunity for you."
Not understanding what the other party meant, Klein suppressed the urge to frown, took the initiative to say goodbye, and witnessed clearly that the dream in the dark night collapsed and dissipated, and the silver-white snake once again turned into a layered ball of light in his meditation picture.
Artificial sleepwalking was broken when the connection with the occult was disconnected. After returning to consciousness, Klein lay on the bed for a while. It was still clean visually, but if he searched carefully, he could still see dust and spots on the ceiling. He looked at it for several minutes.
Finally, he slowly got up,
He took away the paper crane that was under the pillow, carefully pressed it into a flat surface, and stuffed it into his left trouser pocket.
The dim yellow light embraced the orange on the horizon. Seeing the afterglow of the setting sun being obscured by the haze, Klein subconsciously took out his pocket watch and stared at the pointer pointing to the number six on the golden dial. His brows that had finally relaxed tightened again.
.
Did I sleep for so long?
Facing the broken light that filtered through the cracks in the curtains, Klein sighed slightly.
The next second, there was a knock on the door below.
........
In a mansion in Backlund's West District.
Feeling anxious, Emlyn fiddled with his tie with both hands, wondering if he needed to check his clothes again.
"What are you doing?"
The nominal owner of the mansion, Casimi Audra, walked out of the partition, looked at Emlyn's repeated actions, and asked doubtfully.
"Ahem, this is the calmness and nobility that a vampire should have." The young vampire raised his chin slightly, trying not to let the panic in his eyes flow out.
Calmly... Casimi slowly glanced at Emlyn up and down, and said "ha" in his heart.
To be honest, when he first heard his grandfather say that Emlyn White, an ordinary vampire without a title, was valued by the ancestor, he did feel unspeakable frustration and dissatisfaction. But as his grandfather told him the truth, that feeling
His dissatisfaction also turned into joy at having fun, and he even had to concentrate on himself to avoid laughing in front of Emlyn himself.
"Indeed, this is the quality that every vampire should have." Qasimi pursed his lips tightly, turned his back quickly, and pointed in the direction leading to the underground.
"It's almost time, don't let grandpa wait for us."
As he said that, the two vampires walked towards the ground one after another, with unclear thoughts but the same anxiety.
Although it is false that the ancestor Lilith chose Emlyn as the savior, it is true that she will face an ancient existence that is equal to the ancestor later. This is a fact that people cannot treat with normality.
The coffin, whose surface was densely covered with many symbolic symbols and magic signs, was still parked in the middle of the underground space. Emlyn, who checked again whether his tie was neat and tidy, took a deep breath and said without being humble or overbearing:
"Marquis Nibais, I'm ready."
The lack of honorifics made Qasimi look sideways, but Nibais, who was lying in the coffin, acted as if he hadn't heard and said as usual:
"His Royal Highness 'Yuanyue' has already looked here. The glory of the ancestor is with you. You can start."
As soon as the old voice fell, the prostrate shadows on the ground rippled, and the black stickiness grabbed Qasimi's trousers and threw him out of the basement.
The thick stone door locked the entrance out of thin air. Emlyn, who felt chilled all over, swallowed hard. The vampire's already sensitive spiritual intuition and five senses were on pins and needles, tingling in waves.
As he had practiced thousands of times at home and in Harvest Church, he first recited the honorable name of Lilith, the ancestor of the blood race, and then folded his hands again, pressed them against his chest and prayed nervously:
"A fool who does not belong to this era."
"The great master who is farther than the distance."
"Rooted in the ancient mystical gods."
"I pray for your attention..."
In the hazy state of mind, Emlyn felt that his mind was rising, and he felt that an invisible line of sight suddenly became particularly obvious. He turned his sight blankly, and saw a trace of surprise in that cold line of sight.
The constantly elevated sight passed through conceptual heights, entering the spiritual world from reality, and then continued upward in the spiritual world that had lost the concept of direction, breaking through the seven pure lights at the top, breaking through the gray fog that few people knew, and stopped.
Under the ground of the magnificent palace.
At the same time, Klein, who had just stepped onto the hired carriage side by side with Louis Evans, only felt a sense of disobedience.
He heard the voice of prayer conveyed by the gray mist, but the slightly shrill male voice made him sure that it was not a member of the Tarot Society.
Could it be that after the honorable name of "The Fool" was spread in the East District, someone was trying to call this unknown existence?
Seeing Louis Evans' questioning gaze, Klein, who had no clue, smiled slightly and chose to ignore the prayer.
Anyway, no one stipulates that believers must respond to prayers from gods, right?
...
In the basement where Nibais was, Emlyn, who was standing in front of the coffin with his head lowered, lost his voice. Only his vital signs, which were almost negligible for humans, were still maintained.
The line of sight belonging to the "full moon" slowly swept across. After a moment of silence, a shimmer appeared on the surface of the black coffin that seemed to be integrated with the earth. A pair of exaggerated bat wings emerged from the depths of the shadow, and the tips of the wings were carefully attached.
Emlyn's forehead.
"The spiritual body thread was not manipulated, but Emlyn White's spiritual body disappeared?"
Nibais' old voice revealed surprise. As a demigod of the "Medicine Master" path, he knew very well that this characteristic was often a manifestation of the "cultivator" demigod's creation.
Although they also focus on the field of life, "Medicine Master" focuses more on spirituality, while "Cultivator" focuses on physical shaping. At the demigod level, one can make soulless puppets to help the maker complete various tasks.
And now, Emlyn White actually "touches" the same as those soulless clay dolls and stone sculptures!
"I didn't turn Emlyn into a secret puppet like the out-of-control 'divineer' sequence mythical creature in the records, but took away his spirit body." Nibais in the coffin muttered slightly, and there was a long silence.
Showed hesitation.
"Is that one already awake?"
...
"Where is this?"
Emlyn opened his eyes in confusion. The weightless spirit body was floating in the waves of the sea of mist, and only gray was left as far as the eye could see.
The stagnant thoughts began to smooth out as he woke up. In just a few seconds, Emlyn recalled what had just happened. He subconsciously curled up his body and tried to mobilize extraordinary power to protect himself.
Mother Goddess, am I not praying to the "God of Mysteries"?
Why come back to this damn place?
He looked around in panic, looking at the unchanged gray and blood-red eyes that quickly lost sight.
Fortunately, the vampire's hearing was still quite sensitive. In this dead sea of fog, Emlyn only heard a voice that was different from his own.
Fortunately... Before he had time to rejoice that the unknown was not too much, the strange sound came closer to him, and Emlyn slowly opened his eyes.
In the gray fog of similar colors, a block of red, black, white, blue and other rich colors suddenly blurred in front of Emlyn's eyes. Reality and history briefly interacted, and a slender figure jumped out unexpectedly.
The frightened Emlyn instinctively closed his eyes at first. After waiting for a while and feeling no pain, he tentatively squinted a crack and saw the blurry shadow clearly.
It looks like a hound, with its entire body covered with short black hair. The dark red flames burning in its eye sockets are swaying fiercely. The cracked corners of its mouth are torn from the front to the back of the head. Combined with the mist-like saliva, it gives people an unreal and unreal feeling.
.
Emlyn stared blankly at this "hound" that looked ugly enough and weird enough. His eyes felt cramped when he accidentally glanced at the mouth of the "hound", but they were strangely sluggish and unable to close.
No matter how much energy he usually spends on the doll, he can still recognize it as an incomplete mythical creature at this moment.
In other words, this is a "hound" with divine nature, equivalent to a demigod.
What's even more terrifying is that before his emotions can be fully reflected from his brain to every corner of his body, several more figures similar to "Hounds", but not exactly the same, pop up from the wave of mist. Each of them exudes a demigod spirit.
There should be a dangerous atmosphere.
Feeling that the emotion of fear had preceded his own death, Emlyn's thoughts fell into numbness. He stood sluggishly in the mist, letting the "hounds" approach him and sniff the scent of perfume remaining on the corners of his clothes.
Then, the lifeless Emlyn saw a picture that refreshed his understanding for the first time in his life.
This group of monster-like "hounds" did not cut him into pieces and use them as food. Instead, some returned to the mist, some disappeared again, and some squatted beside him, facing higher places.
The tail was wagging in the direction.
Wagging his tail... Emlyn, who had stopped thinking, kept repeating this sentence in his mind and followed the "hound"'s gaze.
Above the gray mist, an ancient bronze gate stands here.