After Smith finished his school day, he returned home and began his routine of prayer and calling.
The last time he was suddenly summoned to an unknown desert island and fought with scale people, he realized that he was still too weak.
Therefore, he increased his daily exercise time.
After persevering, Smith found that his body had become much stronger, with more vague muscle outlines, and even the rate of turning heads of girls in school became much higher.
Physical training is only one aspect. What makes him even more happy is that after the last time, his mastery of mantras has deepened.
At this time, you can even detect your own mental power, which is definitely much stronger than ordinary people.
He has tried to scare away several vicious dogs with his eyes alone.
But the name that concerned him a little - 'Nicholaya' did not cause any trouble to his life.
Perhaps it is the blessing of the Lost God, or perhaps he is too weak. Unless he is in a special environment like a desert island, calling the name of the god will not bring any response.
Fang Xian can call for success, and his own personality is the key. Moreover, he is still in Nikolaia's own dream.
Of course, even so, Smith did not dare to chant that terrible name.
After finishing his dinner, he returned to his room and began to think.
On a piece of paper, write down your goals for this period of time.
'Exercise routine - done!'
'Pray daily - done!'
‘Contact with the supernatural——???’
"I need to get in touch with that circle and understand some basic knowledge, otherwise it will be easy to make the same mistakes on that island!" Smith murmured to himself: "Maybe there is a special management organization at the police station, but I can't bet my own safety on them
In terms of tolerance... Gangsters may be able to access this dark side, but it is too dangerous... My best choice is actually my comrades from last time, such as Vivian, and that man... Unfortunately, the situation was urgent at the time
, no contact information was left.”
Out of the same belief, he temporarily felt that those people could be trusted.
At this time, he deeply felt the inconvenience of contact: "Lost God... Even if you are sleeping, you can still respond to the prayers of humble believers. Please allow us to have our own communication channel..."
…
Vivian's arm was wrapped in a bandage, and she looked at the scenery outside the window with a frown.
That dream was very strange. The injuries sustained in it were actually brought to the outside world!
In order to cast the "Broken-Winged Bird" spell, she stabbed herself in the arm, and had to make up a lie about breaking a mirror to barely get through.
However, he was sent to the hospital for treatment by his horrified parents, and his range of activities was greatly restricted.
'Supernatural power is indeed intoxicating...but...do you have to pay a price?'
The girl's elegant eyes suddenly became confused.
…
In a dense forest.
Mickey was trudging through the rotting mire. He was tall and thin, had a cold expression, and was dressed in hunter's attire.
In fact, he is indeed a 'Hunter', a mercenary from the dark world, who is responsible for solving some people or things that are inconvenient to be disclosed to the public for his employer.
Due to professional relationships, this industry still occasionally comes into contact with some supernatural cases. Therefore, among the believers, he may have the deepest understanding of occultism, but it is only an understanding.
The door to inhumanity is not so easy to open.
Therefore, after receiving a few words from the 'Lost God', he would be ecstatic and devote himself wholeheartedly to it.
"I have mastered the immortal poem, and the next step is the bird with broken wings!"
Mickey murmured and suddenly narrowed his eyes: "Pain... Why should I sacrifice my own pain, but not the pain of others? This requires a test subject..."
He sensed the approach of many green and blue eyes in the dense forest, they were wolves!
"It's you!"
Mickey smiled cruelly and recited an immortal poem.
In the low and hoarse mantra, the inexplicable mental pressure was released.
Wild wolves fell one after another, turning from hunters into prey.
The scene that happened next was also the same as the law of the jungle in nature, but the position was reversed.
"I... I will definitely take revenge. Great God of the Lost, please protect me... As long as I succeed in revenge, my soul and my life will be yours."
After a long time, Mickey wiped the blood on his hands and walked out of the jungle.
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The unnamed island.
Fang Xian, who had already noticed several waves of 'censorship', returned to the dormitory with an expressionless face.
In his ears, the "prayer" of a large number of believers has been echoing, the kind with pictures attached, and he can understand the prayers of any believer.
'This is an accessory to the sixth level of alchemist, but I can only use it to this extent... As for taking the initiative to respond? Or even descending from the gods? I am a fake and have no power at all...'
Fang Xian shook his head and ignored it.
'Believers need guidance, and the lost gods need to be disciplined... It seems that Roka will end up and become the favored one and the pope? No... I'm a little tired of this thing...'
The secret castle has been in a state of tension recently, and it is said that several legendary investigators have returned.
It is impossible for Fang Xian to directly deduce any evil witchcraft in the room.
All he could do was silently sort out the various knowledge in his mind.
Among them, the achievements of Hopkins in the last stage of his life are the most precious.
That is the forbidden knowledge that Fang Xian named "Hopskin's Magic".
In addition, the other three scriptures also gave Fang Xian a lot of inspiration. For example, the imprinting technology in "The Old Seal of Blood" can be combined with the spiritual steel seal invented by Hopkins to become a defender of ordinary people.
The best bastion of sanity.
In addition, the understanding of the Wild Hunt Throne allows Fang Xian to better use the Wind Chasing Mark to summon invisible monsters and even order them to do some complicated things.
As for the "Black Emperor Nine Mysteries Canon", needless to say, the Hymn of Worms will definitely be greatly enriched, and the chapters contained in it are far more than that.
At least in terms of secret medicine, Fang Xian felt that as long as he studied for a period of time, he could definitely surpass most investigators.
In his opinion, the secrets that the Secret Keeper Headquarters worked so hard to protect no longer mattered at all.
At this time, there was a knock on the door.
Fang Xian got up, opened the door and saw Eric.
"Loka...I...have something to tell you."
Eric said uneasily, his eyes evasive.
‘This is something I feel guilty about, but it’s not for me and I want to talk about it.’
Fang Xian smiled slightly in his heart, accurately grasped this guy's psychology, and made way for him: "Come in and say..."
"The new instructor found me and said that I have psychological talents and the potential to become a 'blood therapist'. She hopes that I will stay at the headquarters to study...after the training."
Eric said tangledly: "This...isn't this a betrayal of the branch?"