After completely breaking through the defenses of Shaila, a pagan woman, she moved faster than anyone else.
Fang Xian did not go home, so he found a campsite in the wild and listened calmly to Xia La's statement.
"According to what you said... there are many factions within the Falling Star Order. You belong to the Wind-Chasing Faction, and that old man belongs to the Listening Faction? Were you cooperating with them in what happened before?"
Fang Xian nodded, expressing understanding.
Shara sat on a stone, motionless, like a sculpture.
Her body was covered with mushrooms and hyphae, and only her mouth could move at this time: "Yes... but all our sects agree on one point of view. When the stars fall, the ancient ruler will come to the world again..."
The stars return, the stars fall...it's actually the same thing.
Fang Xian nodded solemnly, knowing that his guess was correct.
The Order of the Fallen Star is very complex and has many members, and is not comparable to the Order of the Outsiders.
If investigators want to completely eliminate it, they will still need to make huge efforts and costs.
"So...what do you believe in?"
Fang Xian thought for a while and asked the most critical question.
"I believe in the existence above the throne of the Wild Hunt!" When it comes to faith, Shara becomes very fanatical, like a loyal dog.
Fang Xian pressed his forehead.
When Shara said 'Wild Hunt for the Throne', his inspiration was triggered.
…
It was bitingly cold, as if you were naked in the ice and snow.
In the temperature that could freeze the soul, above the blizzard, he seemed to see a throne.
Endless ghosts surround it.
…
"This person is a bit high. It should be similar to the goddess of fertility and the King of Twilight..."
Fang Xian forcibly withdrew his inspiration and did not write a poem for Him.
Perhaps such a short poem will be full of "power", but power beyond his control is useless.
"Okay, needless to say these, let's talk about the power you can control! And some rituals and spells..."
He looked at Xia La and asked.
‘This man is not an investigator at all. He is not cautious or restrained at all. Instead, he is fanatically pursuing supernatural powers!’ Shala had a clear understanding in her heart.
This gave her a little confidence.
After all, as long as you come into contact with supernatural forces, you may be corrupted!
Even if the opponent seems very powerful, his sanity may have reached the edge of danger.
"Our spells and rituals... are mainly two kinds of 'marks'... They all come from the 'Listening Sect'. It can be said that this sect hatched other factions within the Fallen Star Order... Some of our factions are even hostile to each other.
Vendetta, but the relationship with the Listening Sect is pretty good..."
Fang Xian knows this very well.
After all, the great being heard by each 'test subject' may not be the same, and the source of power is also different.
Faith and power require choices, and some sources of power are even in conflict.
Splits among factions are inevitable.
He nodded and motioned for Xia La to continue.
Shara took a deep breath, feeling a little disappointed, and continued: "We currently have two kinds. Among them, the 'Mark of the Gate' was given to the Listening Sect by the existence on the Wild Hunt Throne, and then they handed it over to us.
The 'Seal of Chasing the Wind' was our devout sacrifice, which impressed the being above the Wild Hunt Throne, and was given directly by him... It was also at that time that our Chasing the Wind faction was completely established."
"'Seal of the Door'? 'Seal of Chasing the Wind'?"
Fang Xian became interested.
"We believe that marks are the source of power! The 'Seal of the Door' allows us to use angles to complete space jumps... and the 'Seal of the Wind' allows us to call our Lord's loyal dog..."
Xia La said slowly, her eyes had begun to blur, and mycelium spread from her eyes.
This means that her mind has begun to be eroded and her spirit has been distorted.
Otherwise, this heretic will most likely not be so calm, but will call frantically for 'the being above the hunting throne'... Although this is of no use, at most it will make her insane, crazy, and even physically
alienation.
Even within the Secret Keepers, there is no good way to interrogate heretics.
"Show me these two marks!"
Fang Xian's eyes lit up, this was the space power that he was very interested in.
Although he may not be able to create the same mark, he may be able to use the power of short poems to imitate the effect of the mark.
By then, you won’t have to drive that old shabby car every time you travel.
…
A few hours later.
Fang Xian drove the car back to the apartment.
He had already seen those two marks and had some inspirations and ideas.
As long as it takes a period of deliberation, creation can begin. As for Xia La? Naturally, it will be dealt with.
Even if he has complete control over this kind of pagan, he still feels a little uneasy.
"The Poem of Chasing the Wind has a high probability of summoning that kind of invisible monster, and its combat power is quite good... But what I value more is the Poem of the Door, which can greatly expand my mobility..."
Fang Xian sat in front of the desk and slowly began to think: "If it is other pagans who continue to go in this way, they will face a big problem, how to choose the source of power!"
Even the Fallen Star Order could only split into different factions when faced with this situation.
Because they are praying to different existences and calling for strength.
Faith does not tolerate impurities and can only be unique.
And if you let the power of darkness erode you, you can naturally only choose one.
Mixing all kinds of crazy powers, he must feel that he has lived too long, or he wants to become a meatball monster like the bald old man before.
Fang Xian's situation is a little better than them.
First of all, the power he currently cultivates is not too strong.
Other than that, I used my own personality to suppress him, and I was able to suppress him for the time being.
'Even if I have to choose in the end, my upper limit must be much higher than ordinary people... Maybe I can sense the calamity power before that... The calamity power in this world must be extremely rich!'
'Actually, in this world, although I can't sense the power of calamity, I can spread the way of the alchemist... It's just that there are too many true god-level bosses, so it would be bad if I get caught.'
'Control! Control is key!'
Fang Xian aimlessly wrote and drew on the white paper with a pen, making plans for the future.
If it comes to a time when he cannot be confused and must make a choice, he will not be able to sense the existence of the calamity force.
Then maybe you can take on one or two apprentices and try the way of a warlock.
'This is actually a shame, because I can't use it, but my apprentice can use it. If I don't do it, I might have to bully my master and destroy my ancestor...'
'And when they grow up, they may not be willing to help me. They might as well describe my power as a secret existence and try to call...'