Klein became a demigod, able to initially control the Source Castle and prevent its breath from permeating reality. After being attached to himself, he never considered similar issues. After all, this would be abnormal, which would lead to him being recognized by extraordinary people in the relevant ways of fate at a glance, which was quite unsafe. At this moment, as soon as he received a reminder from Will Ansitine, he felt his thoughts suddenly cheerful.
When I was only affiliated with Source Castle and had certain rights to use it, the accompanying Source Castle breath and projection could make a saint of fate dare not look directly at it, making the corresponding middle and low-sequence extraordinary people as if they had seen a mythical creature. Now that I have initially controlled Source Castle, it is likely that the effect will be better... Can this affect the angel who is a complete mythical creature?
Does the hierarchy of the source castle reach at least sequence 0?
Well, according to my speculation, this may be a little higher than sequence 0... If you have a similar understanding, you will suffer from contamination?
Klein's thoughts were active, as if lightning flashed through his mind.
He quickly decided to return to the land of God's abandonment and search for monsters in the darkness and secret puppets in the fog of history to speculate whether his ideas were useful.
A little smile appeared on his face and said to the one-year-old child in the black stroller:
I probably understand what you mean. I will send you ice cream recently.
Will Ansitine, wrapped in silver silk, slowly turned her head and looked to the side and said:
No, no need.
I have eaten too much ice cream during this period, which has a bit of a problem with my physical development...
Klein raised his eyebrows and said:
Pure, top ice cream produced in Trier, the capital of Intis.
...I'll give it to me next week.Will Ansettin hesitated and replied.
After saying that, the chubby one-year-old child turned over and buried his face in the small pillow in the stroller.
Since the time when the Magician Miss can maintain historical pore images is limited, Klein didn't say anything more. With his own characteristics, he forced himself to break free from his dream, woke up, and turned over and got out of bed.
Immediately afterwards, he poked his right hand out and pulled it into the air.
After four or five strokes, his arm sank and he dragged out a lady with a simple linen robe, bark belt, barefoot, long black hair and an ordinary appearance.
The leader of the ascetic monks in the night church, the secret servant Arianna!
At the same moment, in a house in Hillston District, Fors on the easy chair seemed to be pulled by an invisible silk thread, and he sat up suddenly, his body straightened and his forehead blood vessels jumped.
She felt that her spirituality was like a flood that broke through the dam, surging towards the void ahead, unable to contain it, and was about to become dry.
The next second, this trend eased a lot, but it was still scary and it was not something she could bear now.
In the hotel room, I saw Ms. Arianna's historical pore images gained consciousness. Klein said in a short story and said directly:
I plan to cooperate with others to deal with a certain "witch king" in the Rose School.
Arianna nodded slightly, indicating that she knew, but did not give her own advice.
Seeing that the ascetic leader did not give a warning, Klein felt much more relieved about the plan to hunt the Witch King, and instead said:
I'm going to plan an action against the Dark Demon Wolf recently.
Arianna opened her mouth slightly and said:
cautious.
...It means, don't underestimate the dark demon wolf Kotar?Klein was about to ask back, but his consciousness suddenly blurred. He saw the lady opposite him and the self in His eyes fading at the same time, and he disappeared quickly.
Bang!
Forth fell on the easy chair, his face muscles twitching slightly.
This is more tiring than writing all night long before... She grinned for a while and quickly tried to meditate to fall asleep.
People sometimes experience sleep disorders when they are extremely tired.
…………
The land of God abandonment, near the ancient city of North, in the dark wilderness of the desert.
Klein carried the lantern emitting dim light and turned around to confirm the situation around him.
Then he found a stone to sit down, no longer blocking the fog's breath into reality.
On this basis, Klein also consciously strengthened the projection of Source Castle on himself.
After getting ready, Klein quickly transformed a monster hidden in the darkness around him into a secret puppet.
The secret puppet walked out of the lightless area, approached Klein in the lantern, and turned his gaze to him.
In the eyes of this ordinary monster, Klein, wearing a black windbreaker and a half-tall hat, had no difference from before, except that his eyes became deeper and his temperament became more difficult to describe.
After trying different types of monster secret puppets in succession, Klein confirmed that ordinary people, or most extraordinary people, could not find that the source castle aura was attached to him.
Then, he poked out his right hand, dragged out his own half a day ago, and manipulated this rather dull historical pore image to look at it.
This time, Klein saw a layer of gray mist covered with his body, and light flashed inside, but it did not appear in a specific shape.
He then unsupported the historical projection and tried to capture extraordinary people who were the diviner's paths such as the Secret Ode Master Rosago, and repeated the experiment just now.
Well, after strengthening the projection, the extraordinary person in the "Divider" path can directly discover certain abnormalities. However, at least the Angel can only confirm that I am related to "Source Castle" and cannot directly see the strange light gate, which is the projection of "Source Castle"... Klein was not too surprised by this result.
He took a deep breath, and after preparing for self-rescue, he raised his hand and dragged out the winner Enyuni who had just become his secret servant.
Enyuni looked up little by little, and Klein's figure gradually appeared in his eyes, reflecting the faint, gray and white mist that spreads outward.
Deep in the fog, the twisted worms, either transparent or translucent, hugged countless light balls, which were stacked layer by layer, forming a light door dyed with a little black color.
The light door is much clearer than before and has a more textured texture. At the same time, its shape has also changed, stretching toward the top and becoming much higher.
This made it like a tall and thin figure, and the gray mist around it was the figure's hooded robe.
The glitter of different light balls kept flashing, making Klein look at him with his eyes by this deep, mysterious, lofty and terrifying figure.
With a bang, Klein's head couldn't help but tilts of blood mixed with transparent worms spewed out of his pores.
The spirit insects fell to the ground, rolling and struggling wildly, some of which quickly disintegrated, and some finally calmed down, crawled back to Klein's body and drilled into their pores.
Hiss... It's much better than the last time I fell into a coma and lost my memory... Klein rubbed his forehead and sighed silently.
The winner in front of him, Enyuni, has disappeared directly because he was hit just now and was unable to maintain the pore images of history.
This is one of the reasons why Klein did not suffer too serious injuries this time.
Without the winner Enyuni, he would not be able to see the strange light gate that had changed without being continuously impacted.
After two seconds of slowing down, Klein entered the fog of history, walked four steps backwards, and came to the gray fog.
Seeing a trace of illusory dark light rising from inside, melting away, Klein finally breathed a sigh of relief and laughed at himself:
Almost polluted myself and eroded myself...
Then, use extraordinary people from the "Divorcer" path such as Rosago to perform another experiment: if they do not directly suffer shocks, as the observation time increases, will they be reversely contaminated by the "source castle" projection...
…………
The southern continent, East Bayron, the attacked city of Vertec.
Under the illumination of the crimson moon, the soldiers of the Roon who were hiding behind the simple fortifications were catching the time to take turns to rest to restore their energy.
Their faces were dark, full of traces of gunpowder. Sometimes someone woke up, took out the dried tobacco, wrapped it casually, and lit it with the remaining matches to his mouth, taking a deep breath, and the eyes were more numbness and confusion.
Several soldiers guarding this line of defense smelled the smell of tobacco, subconsciously sniffed, and looked back.
Do you still have tobacco?A soldier carrying a continuous rifle lowered his voice and asked his companions.
His comrades shook his head:
It's finished smoking long ago.
I don’t know when the next batch will arrive... I’m going crazy without tobacco!The soldier who was speaking first pointed to the outside of the fortification with his chin. Did you see it?So many corpses, so many hands, so many feet, they all belonged to living people before.
Before the sun set, the rebels launched a fierce attack, rushing into the various defense lines of Vertec City like crazy. Their desperate posture scared the persistent Luen soldiers and servants, and almost won, but in the end, they failed to break through the key defense line, left a large number of corpses, and retreated like a tide.
His comrades were silent and said:
Maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow, we will become like this.
Speaking of this, he looked up at the crimson moon and said in a dream:
I don’t know how Bakerland is doing. I haven’t received a letter from my family for a long time... I don’t know if they have enough food, and if they can find a doctor when they are sick...
The soldier who wanted to smoke just now was about to curse a swear word, cursing the damn war and the damn enemy, his eyes suddenly straightened, he raised his right hand tremblingly, pointed at the front and said:
Live, live, live...
The soldiers looked over and saw under the crimson moon, the broken corpses left behind by the rebels had climbed up one by one, shaking and trying to approach the defense line.
In the distance, a mysterious man, wearing a hood and a black robe embroidered with crimson patterns, stood behind the rebels, spreading his arms slightly.
The spirituality of the entire battlefield is growing rapidly.
When I was only affiliated with Source Castle and had certain rights to use it, the accompanying Source Castle breath and projection could make a saint of fate dare not look directly at it, making the corresponding middle and low-sequence extraordinary people as if they had seen a mythical creature. Now that I have initially controlled Source Castle, it is likely that the effect will be better... Can this affect the angel who is a complete mythical creature?
Does the hierarchy of the source castle reach at least sequence 0?
Well, according to my speculation, this may be a little higher than sequence 0... If you have a similar understanding, you will suffer from contamination?
Klein's thoughts were active, as if lightning flashed through his mind.
He quickly decided to return to the land of God's abandonment and search for monsters in the darkness and secret puppets in the fog of history to speculate whether his ideas were useful.
A little smile appeared on his face and said to the one-year-old child in the black stroller:
I probably understand what you mean. I will send you ice cream recently.
Will Ansitine, wrapped in silver silk, slowly turned her head and looked to the side and said:
No, no need.
I have eaten too much ice cream during this period, which has a bit of a problem with my physical development...
Klein raised his eyebrows and said:
Pure, top ice cream produced in Trier, the capital of Intis.
...I'll give it to me next week.Will Ansettin hesitated and replied.
After saying that, the chubby one-year-old child turned over and buried his face in the small pillow in the stroller.
Since the time when the Magician Miss can maintain historical pore images is limited, Klein didn't say anything more. With his own characteristics, he forced himself to break free from his dream, woke up, and turned over and got out of bed.
Immediately afterwards, he poked his right hand out and pulled it into the air.
After four or five strokes, his arm sank and he dragged out a lady with a simple linen robe, bark belt, barefoot, long black hair and an ordinary appearance.
The leader of the ascetic monks in the night church, the secret servant Arianna!
At the same moment, in a house in Hillston District, Fors on the easy chair seemed to be pulled by an invisible silk thread, and he sat up suddenly, his body straightened and his forehead blood vessels jumped.
She felt that her spirituality was like a flood that broke through the dam, surging towards the void ahead, unable to contain it, and was about to become dry.
The next second, this trend eased a lot, but it was still scary and it was not something she could bear now.
In the hotel room, I saw Ms. Arianna's historical pore images gained consciousness. Klein said in a short story and said directly:
I plan to cooperate with others to deal with a certain "witch king" in the Rose School.
Arianna nodded slightly, indicating that she knew, but did not give her own advice.
Seeing that the ascetic leader did not give a warning, Klein felt much more relieved about the plan to hunt the Witch King, and instead said:
I'm going to plan an action against the Dark Demon Wolf recently.
Arianna opened her mouth slightly and said:
cautious.
...It means, don't underestimate the dark demon wolf Kotar?Klein was about to ask back, but his consciousness suddenly blurred. He saw the lady opposite him and the self in His eyes fading at the same time, and he disappeared quickly.
Bang!
Forth fell on the easy chair, his face muscles twitching slightly.
This is more tiring than writing all night long before... She grinned for a while and quickly tried to meditate to fall asleep.
People sometimes experience sleep disorders when they are extremely tired.
…………
The land of God abandonment, near the ancient city of North, in the dark wilderness of the desert.
Klein carried the lantern emitting dim light and turned around to confirm the situation around him.
Then he found a stone to sit down, no longer blocking the fog's breath into reality.
On this basis, Klein also consciously strengthened the projection of Source Castle on himself.
After getting ready, Klein quickly transformed a monster hidden in the darkness around him into a secret puppet.
The secret puppet walked out of the lightless area, approached Klein in the lantern, and turned his gaze to him.
In the eyes of this ordinary monster, Klein, wearing a black windbreaker and a half-tall hat, had no difference from before, except that his eyes became deeper and his temperament became more difficult to describe.
After trying different types of monster secret puppets in succession, Klein confirmed that ordinary people, or most extraordinary people, could not find that the source castle aura was attached to him.
Then, he poked out his right hand, dragged out his own half a day ago, and manipulated this rather dull historical pore image to look at it.
This time, Klein saw a layer of gray mist covered with his body, and light flashed inside, but it did not appear in a specific shape.
He then unsupported the historical projection and tried to capture extraordinary people who were the diviner's paths such as the Secret Ode Master Rosago, and repeated the experiment just now.
Well, after strengthening the projection, the extraordinary person in the "Divider" path can directly discover certain abnormalities. However, at least the Angel can only confirm that I am related to "Source Castle" and cannot directly see the strange light gate, which is the projection of "Source Castle"... Klein was not too surprised by this result.
He took a deep breath, and after preparing for self-rescue, he raised his hand and dragged out the winner Enyuni who had just become his secret servant.
Enyuni looked up little by little, and Klein's figure gradually appeared in his eyes, reflecting the faint, gray and white mist that spreads outward.
Deep in the fog, the twisted worms, either transparent or translucent, hugged countless light balls, which were stacked layer by layer, forming a light door dyed with a little black color.
The light door is much clearer than before and has a more textured texture. At the same time, its shape has also changed, stretching toward the top and becoming much higher.
This made it like a tall and thin figure, and the gray mist around it was the figure's hooded robe.
The glitter of different light balls kept flashing, making Klein look at him with his eyes by this deep, mysterious, lofty and terrifying figure.
With a bang, Klein's head couldn't help but tilts of blood mixed with transparent worms spewed out of his pores.
The spirit insects fell to the ground, rolling and struggling wildly, some of which quickly disintegrated, and some finally calmed down, crawled back to Klein's body and drilled into their pores.
Hiss... It's much better than the last time I fell into a coma and lost my memory... Klein rubbed his forehead and sighed silently.
The winner in front of him, Enyuni, has disappeared directly because he was hit just now and was unable to maintain the pore images of history.
This is one of the reasons why Klein did not suffer too serious injuries this time.
Without the winner Enyuni, he would not be able to see the strange light gate that had changed without being continuously impacted.
After two seconds of slowing down, Klein entered the fog of history, walked four steps backwards, and came to the gray fog.
Seeing a trace of illusory dark light rising from inside, melting away, Klein finally breathed a sigh of relief and laughed at himself:
Almost polluted myself and eroded myself...
Then, use extraordinary people from the "Divorcer" path such as Rosago to perform another experiment: if they do not directly suffer shocks, as the observation time increases, will they be reversely contaminated by the "source castle" projection...
…………
The southern continent, East Bayron, the attacked city of Vertec.
Under the illumination of the crimson moon, the soldiers of the Roon who were hiding behind the simple fortifications were catching the time to take turns to rest to restore their energy.
Their faces were dark, full of traces of gunpowder. Sometimes someone woke up, took out the dried tobacco, wrapped it casually, and lit it with the remaining matches to his mouth, taking a deep breath, and the eyes were more numbness and confusion.
Several soldiers guarding this line of defense smelled the smell of tobacco, subconsciously sniffed, and looked back.
Do you still have tobacco?A soldier carrying a continuous rifle lowered his voice and asked his companions.
His comrades shook his head:
It's finished smoking long ago.
I don’t know when the next batch will arrive... I’m going crazy without tobacco!The soldier who was speaking first pointed to the outside of the fortification with his chin. Did you see it?So many corpses, so many hands, so many feet, they all belonged to living people before.
Before the sun set, the rebels launched a fierce attack, rushing into the various defense lines of Vertec City like crazy. Their desperate posture scared the persistent Luen soldiers and servants, and almost won, but in the end, they failed to break through the key defense line, left a large number of corpses, and retreated like a tide.
His comrades were silent and said:
Maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow, we will become like this.
Speaking of this, he looked up at the crimson moon and said in a dream:
I don’t know how Bakerland is doing. I haven’t received a letter from my family for a long time... I don’t know if they have enough food, and if they can find a doctor when they are sick...
The soldier who wanted to smoke just now was about to curse a swear word, cursing the damn war and the damn enemy, his eyes suddenly straightened, he raised his right hand tremblingly, pointed at the front and said:
Live, live, live...
The soldiers looked over and saw under the crimson moon, the broken corpses left behind by the rebels had climbed up one by one, shaking and trying to approach the defense line.
In the distance, a mysterious man, wearing a hood and a black robe embroidered with crimson patterns, stood behind the rebels, spreading his arms slightly.
The spirituality of the entire battlefield is growing rapidly.
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