As Patrick Blaine recited, the various skulls around the deep black coffin gradually dyed a layer of yin green, and they blended with their own white, bringing out an extremely creepy feeling.
The spiritual dance became more and more intense, as if the sounds from the underworld continued to echo, and the skulls floated one by one, as if they had their own vitality.
Then, they threw themselves into the heavy black coffin in an orderly manner, penetrating the lid without any physicality and entering it.
The coffin suddenly turned into a deep vortex that could never be filled, expanding in place, icy, cold and high above, making Patrick Blaine tremble instinctively and lowered the breath of his head.
This is the breath of an angel, a consul of the death!
At this time, the believers of the God of Death who were dancing the spirit dance fell to the ground one after another, their consciousness became confused, and they felt like they were traveling in the underworld.
But the fool Klein, who expanded his horizon with the help of the secret puppet prayer light spots, secretly breathed a sigh of relief, because the leader of the artificial death sect of the spiritual clan, the angel sleeping in the tomb, the high priest Haitel used the temptation method that did not exceed his expectations to use the superiors' enslavement and control ability of the superiors to the subordinates, and directly obtain the information they wanted from Patrick Brann.
To some extent, this is a kind of torture at the spiritual level, and Klein is already quite skilled in dealing with it.
He immediately let the Red Priest card fly into his hand and enter his body.
Suddenly, Klein was wearing a dark red robe precipitated by blood, rust and gunpowder. He had a dark golden mask with stripes on his face, and a crown inlaid with a variety of gemstones on his head.
Then, he mobilized all the power of the mysterious space above the gray fog he could mobilize, turning them into invisible torrents, surrounded by paper men prepared in advance, and ran towards the Immortal Patrick Brann through prayer light spots.
At this moment, Patrick, who was surrendering because of the teacher's breath, shook slightly, as if he had seen layers of sacred wings.
Klein hides the specific image of the Flame Angel and shows it only partially, that is, he interferes with the special effects by himself.
The sacred wings covered and disappeared immediately, giving Patrick a sense of confusion that he had an illusion.
As a demigod in Sequence 4, he quickly woke up and found that he no longer wanted to obey and no longer could not violate the teacher's orders. His consciousness seemed to be pulled out of part, lying high above the world of his mind, looking down at everything calmly.
At the same time, as a crazy believer, Patrick Blaine regarded the angel embrace as a gift from the god of death without any hesitation, without any doubt.
At this time, in the deep whirlpool formed by the dark coffin, a voice that made the soul seem to be leaving the body directly:
Good job.
What have you gained from awakening God recently?
Patrick Brann immediately described his efforts and intentions half-truely according to the words given by His Excellency the servants.
After some answers, Haitel, the Angel of Death Field on the other side of the vortex, said calmly:
Very good, keep doing it, I will support you.
He paused for a moment, as if he was inadvertently speaking:
I will first send you an assistant, the "Nether Mentor" of Sequence 5, to help you complete the corresponding matters and reduce your pressure.
Is this what the Lord of the Jungler said that I am not at ease with me?
The teacher really didn't want to see me be favored by God and threaten His position... Patrick Brann, who was influenced by Klein in daily communications, slowly changing his cognition, could not refuse such good intentions, and could only answer with respect:
Yes, teacher.
As soon as he finished speaking, the pitch-black vortex suddenly unfolded, turning into a mysterious pattern that was difficult to describe the specific feeling of the bronze door.
With a creak, the door opened and a gap broke out.
Behind the gap was darkness that was so deep that there was no movement. There seemed to be one eye after another hidden deep in the darkness, staring quietly outside.
At this moment, a palm stretched out and put it on the crack of the door.
Its skin is quite pale and you can directly see the cyan blood vessels below.
As the hand grabbed and pulled, a figure jumped out from the door.
This is a tall young man wearing a robe with red patterns on black background and pulling his hood up.
His face is soft and his skin is brown. He looks like he has the blood of the Southern Continent. His facial features are relatively good, but he lacks blood.
After stepping on the solid ground under his feet, the young man didn't even look at Patrick Brann, raised his head and looked into the air, his mouth slightly raised, and his eyes half-closed sighed:
This intoxicating atmosphere...
As an extraordinary person in the path of death, Patrick Breen was undoubtedly a little angry in his heart by people below his sequence, but in front of the teacher, he could not say anything, so he could only follow the process and end the ceremony step by step.
During this process, Cline, the Fool above the gray fog, reacted more intensely than Patrick.
Because he saw the abnormality of the new Necromancer's teacher through the real vision provided by the gray fog!
The necromancer's self-underworld expanded strangely, encapsulating every part of his body. There was only one soul in that underworld, young and handsome, red-haired, with traces of decay on his face, flag marks on his eyebrows, and a soul wearing blood-stained black armor.
Klein was not unfamiliar with this soul and recognized him directly:
Red Angel Evil Spirit, Sauron EinhornMedic!
This guy returned to Beckland and had a certain cooperative relationship with the angels of the Artificial Death Sect of the Spirit Clan... Klein instinctively took out the Red Priest card, accommodated the tyrant card, took the scepter of the Sea God, and prepared to give the Red Angel evil spirit a lightning storm, but as his thoughts turned, he restrained this impulse and gave up the corresponding idea.
This will expose Patrick Brann's problem and make the angel in the death realm guess that something is wrong with the artificial death god!
This is not conducive to the goddess of night mastering and digesting the uniqueness of the pathway of death.
With a lot of thoughts, Klein quickly left the grey fog and returned to the real world, allowing the secret servant to quietly but quickly leave the garment factory and teleport with the body.
He originally planned to create some thrilling experience for Patrick Blaine after the ceremony and made some preparations in advance. At this time, he could only give up directly, so as not to be discovered by the evil spirit of the Red Angel.
In the garment factory, the young Necromancer, possessed by Soren Einhorn Mediadic, pulled his hood a little lower, turned his head slightly, and looked somewhere outside.
That was where Klein's Secret Puppet Chunas Korge just hid, nearly 1 kilometer away from the garment factory.
After staring for a few seconds, a not-so-obvious smile appeared on the young necromancer's face.
Patrick Brann was about to speak, and as the head of the spiritual sect leader Beckland, the teacher's messenger, was suddenly touched, his body turned strangely, and he turned his attention to another building in the garment factory.
On the second floor of the building, behind the glass windows of a certain room, there was a pair of emotionless black eyes staring here.
Patrick Blaine's eyelids twitched and her body suddenly disappeared.
Hmm!
The cold wind blew, causing the glass window to rot silently and cracked into countless snowflakes without any movement.
In the corresponding room, Patrick, who was wearing a black robe and had a thin face, appeared and saw that the owner of the cold black eyes was a crudely made mud doll.
Who made the doll...Who moved it here?Patrick Blaine looked around cautiously, not letting go of any corner.
Just as he turned his eyes to the corridor and his body was diagonally facing the glass-free window, the crude earth doll's eyes suddenly turned, and then he raised his hands and grabbed Patrick's neck.
Just halfway through this action, the dirt doll seemed to have lost its support and no longer had a little vitality. Many cracks appeared on the surface, which instantly collapsed into a pile of fragments.
Patrick Blaine's figure disappeared first and then appeared in the corridor, staring at the collapsed earth doll like an enemy.
At that moment just now, he was really shocked. Although it was full of all kinds of strange and terrifying things related to the spirit, it was still quite terrifying that a doll suddenly came alive without the influence of the external spirit.
The pieces of the dirt doll lay there quietly, without any movement. Patrick Blaine waited patiently for a while and finally confirmed that there was no abnormality here.
He traveled through the spiritual world again and returned to the place where the ceremony was just held.
At this time, the heavy and dark coffin had completely rotted, as if it had been buried under the soil for hundreds or thousands of years, and the believers around him who sensed the underworld slowly recovered from their semi-coma.
Patrick Brann glanced around and a few times, but failed to find the young necromancer sent by the teacher. He had left here at some point.
Didn’t he come to monitor me?The demigod who was passing by the god of death was confused.
Considering that the living dirt doll that was abnormal just now, Patrick Blaine did not delay any longer and quickly awakened the believers, cleaned up the scene, and dealt with the traces.
When he finished all this, he suddenly heard a voice:
Is this ready-to-wear factory yours?
Patrick Brann's figure disappeared instantly and appeared again. He was already the person who was talking, and he was the young Necromancer who had gone somewhere before.
no.Patrick frowned slightly.
How could he do these things in his own garment factory? If he is exposed, there will be no way out?
Not too stupid... the young necromancer nodded slightly.
Patrick's eyes narrowed slightly and he said with anger:
Where did you go just now?
Young Necromancer smiled and said:
I went to a familiar place and met a friend.
The spiritual dance became more and more intense, as if the sounds from the underworld continued to echo, and the skulls floated one by one, as if they had their own vitality.
Then, they threw themselves into the heavy black coffin in an orderly manner, penetrating the lid without any physicality and entering it.
The coffin suddenly turned into a deep vortex that could never be filled, expanding in place, icy, cold and high above, making Patrick Blaine tremble instinctively and lowered the breath of his head.
This is the breath of an angel, a consul of the death!
At this time, the believers of the God of Death who were dancing the spirit dance fell to the ground one after another, their consciousness became confused, and they felt like they were traveling in the underworld.
But the fool Klein, who expanded his horizon with the help of the secret puppet prayer light spots, secretly breathed a sigh of relief, because the leader of the artificial death sect of the spiritual clan, the angel sleeping in the tomb, the high priest Haitel used the temptation method that did not exceed his expectations to use the superiors' enslavement and control ability of the superiors to the subordinates, and directly obtain the information they wanted from Patrick Brann.
To some extent, this is a kind of torture at the spiritual level, and Klein is already quite skilled in dealing with it.
He immediately let the Red Priest card fly into his hand and enter his body.
Suddenly, Klein was wearing a dark red robe precipitated by blood, rust and gunpowder. He had a dark golden mask with stripes on his face, and a crown inlaid with a variety of gemstones on his head.
Then, he mobilized all the power of the mysterious space above the gray fog he could mobilize, turning them into invisible torrents, surrounded by paper men prepared in advance, and ran towards the Immortal Patrick Brann through prayer light spots.
At this moment, Patrick, who was surrendering because of the teacher's breath, shook slightly, as if he had seen layers of sacred wings.
Klein hides the specific image of the Flame Angel and shows it only partially, that is, he interferes with the special effects by himself.
The sacred wings covered and disappeared immediately, giving Patrick a sense of confusion that he had an illusion.
As a demigod in Sequence 4, he quickly woke up and found that he no longer wanted to obey and no longer could not violate the teacher's orders. His consciousness seemed to be pulled out of part, lying high above the world of his mind, looking down at everything calmly.
At the same time, as a crazy believer, Patrick Blaine regarded the angel embrace as a gift from the god of death without any hesitation, without any doubt.
At this time, in the deep whirlpool formed by the dark coffin, a voice that made the soul seem to be leaving the body directly:
Good job.
What have you gained from awakening God recently?
Patrick Brann immediately described his efforts and intentions half-truely according to the words given by His Excellency the servants.
After some answers, Haitel, the Angel of Death Field on the other side of the vortex, said calmly:
Very good, keep doing it, I will support you.
He paused for a moment, as if he was inadvertently speaking:
I will first send you an assistant, the "Nether Mentor" of Sequence 5, to help you complete the corresponding matters and reduce your pressure.
Is this what the Lord of the Jungler said that I am not at ease with me?
The teacher really didn't want to see me be favored by God and threaten His position... Patrick Brann, who was influenced by Klein in daily communications, slowly changing his cognition, could not refuse such good intentions, and could only answer with respect:
Yes, teacher.
As soon as he finished speaking, the pitch-black vortex suddenly unfolded, turning into a mysterious pattern that was difficult to describe the specific feeling of the bronze door.
With a creak, the door opened and a gap broke out.
Behind the gap was darkness that was so deep that there was no movement. There seemed to be one eye after another hidden deep in the darkness, staring quietly outside.
At this moment, a palm stretched out and put it on the crack of the door.
Its skin is quite pale and you can directly see the cyan blood vessels below.
As the hand grabbed and pulled, a figure jumped out from the door.
This is a tall young man wearing a robe with red patterns on black background and pulling his hood up.
His face is soft and his skin is brown. He looks like he has the blood of the Southern Continent. His facial features are relatively good, but he lacks blood.
After stepping on the solid ground under his feet, the young man didn't even look at Patrick Brann, raised his head and looked into the air, his mouth slightly raised, and his eyes half-closed sighed:
This intoxicating atmosphere...
As an extraordinary person in the path of death, Patrick Breen was undoubtedly a little angry in his heart by people below his sequence, but in front of the teacher, he could not say anything, so he could only follow the process and end the ceremony step by step.
During this process, Cline, the Fool above the gray fog, reacted more intensely than Patrick.
Because he saw the abnormality of the new Necromancer's teacher through the real vision provided by the gray fog!
The necromancer's self-underworld expanded strangely, encapsulating every part of his body. There was only one soul in that underworld, young and handsome, red-haired, with traces of decay on his face, flag marks on his eyebrows, and a soul wearing blood-stained black armor.
Klein was not unfamiliar with this soul and recognized him directly:
Red Angel Evil Spirit, Sauron EinhornMedic!
This guy returned to Beckland and had a certain cooperative relationship with the angels of the Artificial Death Sect of the Spirit Clan... Klein instinctively took out the Red Priest card, accommodated the tyrant card, took the scepter of the Sea God, and prepared to give the Red Angel evil spirit a lightning storm, but as his thoughts turned, he restrained this impulse and gave up the corresponding idea.
This will expose Patrick Brann's problem and make the angel in the death realm guess that something is wrong with the artificial death god!
This is not conducive to the goddess of night mastering and digesting the uniqueness of the pathway of death.
With a lot of thoughts, Klein quickly left the grey fog and returned to the real world, allowing the secret servant to quietly but quickly leave the garment factory and teleport with the body.
He originally planned to create some thrilling experience for Patrick Blaine after the ceremony and made some preparations in advance. At this time, he could only give up directly, so as not to be discovered by the evil spirit of the Red Angel.
In the garment factory, the young Necromancer, possessed by Soren Einhorn Mediadic, pulled his hood a little lower, turned his head slightly, and looked somewhere outside.
That was where Klein's Secret Puppet Chunas Korge just hid, nearly 1 kilometer away from the garment factory.
After staring for a few seconds, a not-so-obvious smile appeared on the young necromancer's face.
Patrick Brann was about to speak, and as the head of the spiritual sect leader Beckland, the teacher's messenger, was suddenly touched, his body turned strangely, and he turned his attention to another building in the garment factory.
On the second floor of the building, behind the glass windows of a certain room, there was a pair of emotionless black eyes staring here.
Patrick Blaine's eyelids twitched and her body suddenly disappeared.
Hmm!
The cold wind blew, causing the glass window to rot silently and cracked into countless snowflakes without any movement.
In the corresponding room, Patrick, who was wearing a black robe and had a thin face, appeared and saw that the owner of the cold black eyes was a crudely made mud doll.
Who made the doll...Who moved it here?Patrick Blaine looked around cautiously, not letting go of any corner.
Just as he turned his eyes to the corridor and his body was diagonally facing the glass-free window, the crude earth doll's eyes suddenly turned, and then he raised his hands and grabbed Patrick's neck.
Just halfway through this action, the dirt doll seemed to have lost its support and no longer had a little vitality. Many cracks appeared on the surface, which instantly collapsed into a pile of fragments.
Patrick Blaine's figure disappeared first and then appeared in the corridor, staring at the collapsed earth doll like an enemy.
At that moment just now, he was really shocked. Although it was full of all kinds of strange and terrifying things related to the spirit, it was still quite terrifying that a doll suddenly came alive without the influence of the external spirit.
The pieces of the dirt doll lay there quietly, without any movement. Patrick Blaine waited patiently for a while and finally confirmed that there was no abnormality here.
He traveled through the spiritual world again and returned to the place where the ceremony was just held.
At this time, the heavy and dark coffin had completely rotted, as if it had been buried under the soil for hundreds or thousands of years, and the believers around him who sensed the underworld slowly recovered from their semi-coma.
Patrick Brann glanced around and a few times, but failed to find the young necromancer sent by the teacher. He had left here at some point.
Didn’t he come to monitor me?The demigod who was passing by the god of death was confused.
Considering that the living dirt doll that was abnormal just now, Patrick Blaine did not delay any longer and quickly awakened the believers, cleaned up the scene, and dealt with the traces.
When he finished all this, he suddenly heard a voice:
Is this ready-to-wear factory yours?
Patrick Brann's figure disappeared instantly and appeared again. He was already the person who was talking, and he was the young Necromancer who had gone somewhere before.
no.Patrick frowned slightly.
How could he do these things in his own garment factory? If he is exposed, there will be no way out?
Not too stupid... the young necromancer nodded slightly.
Patrick's eyes narrowed slightly and he said with anger:
Where did you go just now?
Young Necromancer smiled and said:
I went to a familiar place and met a friend.
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