A figure covered in blood stumbled out of the alley. He was holding a classical quill in his hand. He was wearing a black clergy robe. His hair was dark blond and there were no wrinkles. His facial features were like classical sculptures. His one eye was dark blue and almost black. Because of this,
S Zangwill.
After stopping at the entrance of the alley, Ince panted and looked back at the deep and silent path he came from, and couldn't help but frown.
Traveling through the spirit world is not a perfect escape method. Logically speaking, it is not difficult to catch up, especially for a guy who is not affected by zero-level sealed objects.
But the other party did not do this. He only aggravated his injuries and allowed him to escape.
"So what is his purpose? Cough cough cough..." Thinking of this, Ince suddenly bent over and coughed violently, as if he wanted to cough out the lungs in his chest.
At this moment, the classical quill pen in his hand took advantage of this opportunity to move quickly and wrote a paragraph on Ince's black robe:
"Unfortunate Ince Zangwill, his injuries after failing to advance to the 'Night Watch' were aggravated again by the mysterious man's attack, and traveling in the spirit world consumed a lot of spiritual energy..."
Snapped!
Ince, who had a bad premonition, stood up quickly, grabbed the pen of Alsuhod who wanted to write him to death, held it in his hand, and continued to write on his robe:
"So it makes sense that Ince Zangwill quickly found a second secret place, restored his spirituality through meditation, and pulled himself back from the edge of losing control."
"Ince Zangwill has not been defeated after suffering such hardships. He will not give up. Although the story has new twists and turns, he will eventually achieve his goal."
After writing these two sentences, Ince got up and left in a hurry.
...
Backlund, in a temple-like basement.
In front of the solemn statue of the Hanged Giant, a figure wearing a black hooded robe sat on his knees and prayed piously.
Suddenly, he heard a response.
It was the supreme voice from the true Creator, which made him listen from the bottom of his heart.
After listening for a moment, the figure raised his head, revealing his beautiful face under the shadow of the hood, then suddenly raised his hands and snapped off his right index finger with his left palm, as if offering this finger as a sacrifice.
The spirituality permeating the air of the entire underground temple suddenly became intense.
The next moment, his body was shaking violently, as if being grasped by a big invisible hand and shaking vigorously.
In this state that was a bit crazy and a bit weird, the man in black robe stretched out his right hand forward and wrote words on the ground with the blood from the wound.
These words are not the language of giants and dragons that can leverage the power of nature, nor are they the language of Hermes used for sacrifices, but the most common and common Rune language.
Thick blood beads rolled and condensed on the ground, and the words were pieced together into several paragraphs:
"Find Lanreus, he has prepared divinity.
turn up:
The Hanged Man on the Eternal World Tree.
The first aspect conceived by the first cause of the gods.
Odin, the king of the gods, is in charge of time, prophecy, kingship, wisdom, healing, magic, poetry, war and death.
The beloved ones and believers are in the city of Tingen.”
As the content of "God's Revelation" ended, the man in black robe stopped shaking crazily, and a brand new finger squirmed out of the wound.
He lowered his head, the hood fell again, and his beautiful face was swallowed up by the shadow of the hood again. Looking at the words he just wrote, the man in black robe felt that he had found the meaning of life.
"Only obey your oracle!" He murmured humbly, then stood up and left the basement, walking along a long corridor to the ground.
When he opened the door, a voice greeted him respectfully: "Mr. A..."
…
On the other side, Wu Nai stood quietly under the red chimney. After severely injuring Ince, the feedback brought about by redeeming Dunn Smith finally digested the seventh stage of [Elixir of God].
The words [Sequence Seven (10000/10000)] in the information column squirmed and turned into [Sequence Six (0/100000)].
With a thought in his mind, he clicked " " on the [Sequence Six] option and consumed one hundred thousand points of spiritual energy in one go, quickly reaching a state of spiritual perfection.
The huge Qinghui followed Wu Nai's breathing and washed away every inch of flesh and bone. With the blessing of flesh and blood magic, his body's strength skyrocketed again.
He allocated the remaining two thousand spiritual energy to [Witch's Uniqueness] and [Sea of Chaos] respectively, pushing the proportion of the embodied parts of the two to increase again.
When the progress of realizing the witch's uniqueness reached two ten millionths, Wu Nai's hair grew crazily like a dragon and a snake dancing wildly. The deep black hair reflected the abyss under the bloody setting sun.
fear.
Fortunately, it belongs entirely to Wu Nai. As his will gives instructions, all the hair strands are soothed, and the strength of curling up returns to its original state.
When the realization progress of the Sea of Chaos reached one ten millionth, Wu Nai's warm brown eyes turned into pure chaos, as if all the colors in the world had gathered together, which could not be described in human language, as if they were high and high.
The eyes of God.
With the help of this source of power, Wu Nai began to try to use his spirituality to activate the extraordinary characteristics of the writer in his body, writing destiny in the void:
"Messiah Behrens used the uniqueness of the God of Death to create several minor supernatural events in Tingen, so Dunn took out the mutated Holy Emblem of the Sun from behind Chanis' door..."
Click!
Before this sentence was finished, it was completely shattered due to the spiritual exhaustion of the writer. Those chaotic words exploded one after another, turning into millions of stardust and dissipating between the sky and the earth.
Sure enough, it was too reluctant to write destiny with sequence six... Wu Nai sighed quietly, the chaos in his eyes faded, he meditated for a moment, regained some spirituality, and then turned around and left.
After slowly returning to Iron Cross Street from the suburbs, night had quietly fallen. Bathed in the crimson moonlight outside the window, Wu Nai began to think about his next plan after enjoying the homemade fried foie gras.
First the Hidden Sage, the True Creator, and then the Original Witch. Her recent actions seem to be a bit big. But there is nothing that can be done about it. After all, time waits for no one, so the next target is still the Eternal Burning Sun, and we must do it in the shortest time.
Climb to the top within the time...Wu Nai picked up the table wine on the table and took a sip. Feeling the sweet and sour taste in his mouth, he thought of the "3-0782" sealed object, the mutated
Holy Symbol of the Sun.
The previous use of [Sea of Chaos] and the Sequence One Writer's extraordinary characteristics was originally intended to write destiny, and briefly intersected with the Holy Emblem to divine the eternal scorching sun, breathe in the unique mystery of Him, and obtain some benefits.
Unfortunately it didn't work out.
But that doesn't mean there's no chance. Just hitchhike with Klein. He wants to make spells anyway.
Thinking of Klein, Wu Nai suddenly felt that he could join the [Tarot Club]. After all, this party organized by the evil god Erwu was quite safe.
And although it is relatively weak in the early stage, there are many various channels. It will be very convenient to collect extraordinary characteristics, at least it is better than one person fighting alone.
"There are dangers in joining the Tarot Society..."
Subconsciously, Wu Nai took out the crystal and used his full-level diviner extraordinary characteristics to predict the outcome after reciting it silently seven times.
The feedback received is that there is no danger.
Then he divined a way to join the Tarot Club without being discovered.
After receiving some fragmentary revelations in the dream, Wu Nai casually took out the silver carved knife he used during the ceremony, injected a trace of gray mist from his hand into it, and washed it repeatedly.
Immediately brought a mysterious attribute to this knife.
Immediately afterwards, Wu Nai held the knife in his hand and held a ceremony.
…
Toilet·Above the gray fog.
After completing a round of divination on the "Antigonus Family Notebook" and finding no results, Klein was about to leave.
However, he discovered that a crimson star nearby was shrinking and expanding.
"Another supplicant? He doesn't speak Giant like the previous one, does he?"
With a thought in his mind, Klein extended his spirituality and touched the star that was reacting. Then, a distorted and blurry picture slowly unfolded in front of his eyes.
It was a young man with a slender figure, holding a delicate silver knife with ancient charm in his hand, standing in a clean and tidy room.
It's just that this house looks so familiar. It's very similar to the previous residence in Iron Cross Apartments. The young man also looks familiar... Klein frowned slightly, sensing something different from "Justice" and "The Hanged Man" in the other party.
mysterious connection.
At the same time, along with his thoughts and connections, the scene seemed to be enlarged and became clearer as if covered with a layer of water vapor.
Then a face that can be said to be a "disaster to the country and the people" first came into view.
It is like a work of art carefully carved by God. It is obviously a male face, but it has a charm that cannot be described in human language.
The moment he saw this face, Klein's brain shut down for a moment, and there was only one name left in his heart - Messiah Behrens!
Although this Messiah Behrens is much more handsome than the colleagues he usually sees, the two are not on the same level at all. The kind of attraction that comes from the bones, even if he is physically and mentally healthy, he will be distracted for a moment.
Frightened by it.
But he can be sure that this is the guy he usually knows, and the familiarity that comes from being together for a long time cannot be deceiving.
I finally know why Ms. Loretta, who likes big-breasted maids, would give Messiah such a crazy look... So how does this guy hide his true appearance? I didn't expect that except for Leonard and me,
There are still people in the Nighthawks team who are hiding little secrets. It is indeed a world with extraordinary power inheritance... Klein continued to look at his colleagues, and there were waves of illusory prayers in his ears:
"Great God, please give me enough gold pounds!"
"Great God, please grant me enough good luck!"
"Great God, please make my appearance ordinary!"
I also want this kind of request...gold pounds, those cute little things that smell like ink. As for returning to ordinary appearance...this kind of request from Versailles, you can do it with just a punch to yourself, no need to pray...gram
Ryan took out the crystal pendant and silently recited "There is no danger in pulling Messiah Behrens above the gray fog" seven times before starting to perform divination.
Based on the results of the divination, he took action.
In the apartment, just when Wu Nai thought that his prayers would not be answered, the silver knife in his hand suddenly burst into a crimson light.
The light was like running water, instantly drowning Wu Nai.
After the pulling sensation disappeared, he initially regained his vision and found that he was standing in a majestic palace supported by huge stone pillars.
In front of him is an ancient and mottled bronze long table. Opposite the long table sits a figure shrouded in thick mist.
Other than that, the surroundings seemed like the world before the creation, ethereal and empty.
At the bottom, there is an invisible gray-white mist, dotted with unreal crimson stars.
"Glory to you, great being, Messiah Behrens, I offer you my most sincere respect."
Wu Nai lowered his head and spoke softly, while trying his best to hide his expression with his "clown" ability.
Klein quietly turned on his spiritual vision and looked at the other party. He found that Messiah was very emotional and excited, and at the same time he was also wary of seeing an inexplicable presence.
Overall it's pretty normal.
"Don't be too restrictive, you can call me - Fool!"
He spoke calmly, trying his best to assume the role of a god as he looked down at the colleague with whom he got along day and night.
But as soon as these words were spoken, Klein noticed that the Messiah's expression became more humble and pious, his head continued to be lowered, and his shoulders hunched slightly as he bent over.
"Relax, I heard your prayer, but I am a fool who likes exchange of equal value. You want gold pounds, good luck or ordinary appearance, but you need to use everything you can pay, from me.
Or someone similar to you can get what you want. Note that it must be of equal value..."
"Understood, I want to get the magic potion of Seer Path Sequence 8 from you."
The magic potion of Seer Path Sequence 8, what a coincidence, I want it too, although I can’t use it yet... Klein kept his posture unchanged and replied calmly: "This transaction can be put next
In addition, the meeting time is every Monday at three o'clock in the afternoon. Remember to let yourself be alone. Of course, before that, you need to determine your code name."
As he spoke, he smiled and pointed to the surface of the long bronze table, where a deck of Tarot cards had already appeared: "Choose a card from here to be your code name, except The Fool, Justice and The Hanged Man."
It's a pity that the most suitable one for me is the Hanged Man, but it has already been chosen... Wu Nai took two steps forward, turned over the tarot cards, hesitated for a moment, pointed to one of the cards and said:
"'Lover', I choose 'Lover'."
"Okay, remember your choice." Klein nodded slightly, and at the same time he stretched out his hand, breaking off the contact with great self-control, and then watched the crimson light retract, facing the familiar yet unfamiliar Messiah.