Chapter 479 Undead Pathway Sequence 6

A tall, muscular man with curly hair like seaweed appeared in Motok's field of vision.

The moment he saw the person, he immediately drew the figure of that person on the paper with the pen in his other hand.

When Yago, who had just extracted the mystery, guided the mystery into the toe bone of a crow he was carrying, suddenly, a gray-white silk thread appeared in his upward viewing angle, directly connected to his body.

Such a situation surprised Yago.

what happened! ?

However, without any hesitation, he acted immediately.

From behind him, a fibrous straw man glowing silver, separated from his body with a light gray top hat on it.

At the moment of separation, the straw man of probability swung his right hand upwards violently, shaking the line of probability connected to him.

Probability storm!

The storm rages along the line of probability.

And, at the moment of making this action, there is a probability that the straw man will separate and make the next action——

Probability locked!

A chain glowing with silver light emerged and wrapped around the thread of probability above his head.

The off-white line of probability was instantly infected by black, and the original silk-like line hardened in an instant.

Without hesitation, with the completion of the effect of the lock of probability, the body of the third straw man of probability emerged, waving his withered claws heavily at the line of probability.

Click——

In the voice he could hear clearly, the line of probability broke.

At the same time, the blurred vision that Motok had seen with the help of the candle flame suddenly disappeared.

Motok woke up with a start, and withdrew his hand from the candle's flame.

However, on the dirty old candle, the flame swayed violently. No matter how many years it has been burned, the wax droplets that have not melted are constantly melting and flowing.

This is a sight that Motok has never seen!

However, this situation is definitely not a good thing!

Motok hurriedly covered the candle with his hand, and the water gushed out of his hand and rolled up, as if trying to extinguish the flame.

However, it was too late.

A violent storm was set off out of thin air, and the flame of the candle instantly rose two or three meters high, reaching the ceiling in the storm.

At the same time, it also hit Motok's body.

Although looking at the spirit vision, he didn't see the body of the storm, but Motok saw the trajectory of the flames stirred by the storm.

He took a sudden step back, his body changed as if blending into the surrounding environment.

However, the storm that rolled the flames, without any bias at all, raged directly in his direction.

Motok spoke quickly, and an obscure voice came out of his mouth.

Almost at the moment of making a sound, light and shadow as clear as stars emerged, forming a barrier in front of him.

but!

boom! ! ! !

The raging storm and raging flames hit the wall, tearing apart the star-like barrier, but in the end, they were still blocked.

He successfully blocked the attack.

However, looking at the messy room, Motok opened his mouth wide.

Most of the items in the room have been almost completely broken.

The floor, walls, and ceiling are all full of cracks.

Also, the biggest problem

At this moment, the dirty old candle has been torn apart, and the candle wax has melted, and the thing he just painted next to it has also been torn to pieces.

He felt no joy at all except that he was alive.

No!

At least! There is a clue!

Motok gritted his teeth and left the room, remembering the man with the face of the Atoran in his mind.

In the east of Red Rose City, Yago stood there with hesitation on his face.

Although he locked the probability line through the probability lock and then destroyed it, and counterattacked through the probability storm, he still didn't know who the probability line that was suddenly generated came from.

Divination?

Divination again?

But, who is divining him?

The form of himself transformed into Longfellow, covering himself with the image of Longfellow.

He confirmed with Shugeyin that in this case, even if it was divination, it could only reach Longfellow.

Now, he, "Longfellow", is only connected to the probability line of Oster that he just killed——

It was formed when the mystery was extracted just now.

The other party is a member of the Brigade of the Dead? What means does the Brigade of the Dead have to detect him? or something else?

But no matter what, he couldn't stay anymore.

After fading Longfellow's image and turning into a black-robed janitor, he directly involved Oster's "corpse" in the black robe. Feeling the constant consumption of the pollution from the Undead Path, Yago immediately chose leave.

The ghost carriage and the corpse of the Extraordinary from the Church of Twilight were left in place.

In order to avoid the danger that may arise, Yago kept silent for a few days and minimized his actions. While collecting materials and reloading the mystery, he appeared several times in the form of Glo in Gray to accumulate knowledge Promote Mystic Fit.

Although the image details of Huiyi Glo will not affect his mystery and distort his sequence shift ability, but the image is not suitable enough, and the promotion of his mystery is also low.

Compared with the mysterious fit of the Scarecrow and the Bone Picker, which only took a few days, it took him a week.

However, within a week, he also completed the mysterious potion configuration that was forcibly extracted from Oster's corpse.

The method is not difficult either.

Oster is the undead warrior of Sequence 6. His mystery includes the Gravekeeper of Sequence 9, the Silent Man of Sequence 8, the bone picker of Sequence 7, and the undead warrior of Sequence 6.

When reloading the mystery, you can get the formula by removing the materials in the previous sequence according to the subtraction.

Although it can't be said accurately, neither Oster nor Samuel know the formula of Sequence 6.

The mysterious formula is controlled by the high-level officials of the Brigade of the Dead. They will only distribute the potion downwards and will not reveal the formula.

It is a pity that Yago cannot confirm the specific formula.

After all, this method is only theoretically possible to get the formula.

In essence, if there is any mistake in the process of reloading the mystery, it is not certain that the obtained mystery is not complete.

However, there was nothing he could do.

He didn't intend to waste any more time.

The three probability straw figures that were separated stood aside, allowing him to observe his changes from four perspectives.

Grabbing the potion bottle in which all the ingredients were ground and aggregated, Yago forced the lucky roll with the gambler's fallacy, and poured the potion into his mouth.

The potion flowed in the throat, flowed into the throat, and rushed down.

This time, he saw a different scene.

Not from the void on the side, but from above his chest, from the gatekeeper's silver key, probabilistic lines stretched out, pouring into his body.