Chapter 135 The Returner

As Patrick Bryan recited, the various skulls around the dark coffin were gradually stained with a layer of dark green. They blended with the white itself, bringing out an extremely creepy feeling.

The "spiritual dance" became more and more intense, as if the sound from the underworld continued to reverberate, and the skulls floated up one by one, as if they had their own vitality.

Then, they were thrown into the heavy, pitch-black coffin in a chaotic and orderly manner, piercing through the lid like an incorporeal body, and entering inside.

The coffin suddenly turned into a deep vortex that could never be filled. It expanded in situ, emitting an icy, gloomy, high aura that made Patrick Bryan tremble instinctively and lowered his head.

This is the breath of an angel, a "Death Consul"!

At this time, the believers of the god of death who were dancing the "spiritual dance" fell to the ground in convulsions, their consciousness became confused, and they felt like they were traveling in the underworld.

On the gray fog, Klein the Fool, who extended his vision with the help of the secret puppet's prayer spot, secretly heaved a sigh of relief, because the leader of the artificial Death Sect of the Spiritual Cult, the angel sleeping in the mausoleum, and the high priest Heite The tentative method that Er used did not exceed his expectations—using the "Death" pathway's ability to enslave and control the lower-ranking people to directly obtain the information he wanted to know from Patrick Bryan.

To some extent, this is a kind of "torture" on the spiritual level, and Klein is quite skilled in handling it.

He immediately let the "Red Priest" card fly into his hand and enter his body.

Suddenly, Klein put on a dark red robe made of blood, rust, and gunpowder smoke. A striped and simple dark gold mask appeared on his face, and a crown inlaid with red, blue, and green gemstones was added on top of his head. .

Then, he mobilized all the power in the mysterious space above the gray mist that he could mobilize, turning them into an invisible torrent, surrounded by the paper figurines prepared in advance, and ran towards the "undead" Patrick Bray through the prayer spot kindness.

At this moment, Patrick, who was trembling and surrendering because of the teacher's breath, trembled slightly, as if seeing layers of sacred wings.

——Klein hid the specific image of the flame angel, only showing part of the feeling, that is to say, he interfered with the special effects himself.

One after another, the sacred wings covered and disappeared immediately, making Patrick feel confused as if he was hallucinating himself.

As a demigod of Sequence 4, he quickly woke up, and found that he no longer wanted to obey, and was no longer unable to disobey the teacher's orders. His consciousness seemed to be pulled out, and he stood high above the spiritual world, calmly Looking down on everything.

At the same time, as a fanatic, Patrick Bryan regarded the "Angel's Embrace" just now as a gift from the "God of Death" without any hesitation.

At this time, in the deep vortex formed by the pitch-black coffin, an old and cold voice sounded, as if the soul was about to leave the body:

"Good job.

"What have you gained from awakening God recently?"

Patrick Bryan immediately followed the words given by His Excellency,

Describe your efforts and intentions half-truthfully.

After some conversations, the Death Realm Angel Hytel on the other side of the vortex did not have any doubts, and said calmly:

"Very well, keep doing it, and I will support you."

He paused, and said as if casually:

"Let me send you an assistant first, the 'Necromancer' of Sequence 5, let him assist you in completing the corresponding tasks, and relieve your pressure."

Is this what Your Excellency Juanzhe said, don't worry about me? The teacher really doesn't want to see me gain God's favor and threaten His position... Patrick Bryan, who has been gradually changed by Klein's influence in his daily correspondence, can't refuse such "good intentions". Neng replied respectfully:

"is teacher."

As soon as he finished speaking, the pitch-black vortex suddenly unfolded, turning into a double-separated bronze door full of mysterious patterns, and it was difficult to describe the specific feeling.

With a creak, the door opened and a gap opened.

Behind the gap is a darkness that is so deep that there is no movement. It seems that one eye after another is hidden in the depths of the darkness, quietly watching the outside.

At this moment, a palm stretched out and rested on the crack of the door.

Its skin is quite pale, and the blue blood vessels below it can be directly seen.

Following the grabbing and pulling of this hand, a figure jumped out from the door.

This is a tall man with a young appearance, wearing a black robe with red stripes and pulling up the hood.

His face has soft lines, and his complexion is brownish. At a glance, he has the blood of the Southern Continent. His facial features are relatively good, but he lacks blood.

Stepping on the solid ground under his feet, the young man didn't even look at Patrick Bryan. He raised his head and looked into the air, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised and his eyes half-closed, sighing:

"This intoxicating atmosphere..."

As a Extraordinary of the "Death" path, Patrick Bryan was undoubtedly a little annoyed by being so ignored by people lower than his own sequence, but in front of the teacher, he couldn't say anything, he could only follow the procedure , step by step to end the ceremony.

During this process, Klein the Fool above the gray mist reacted more intensely than Patrick.

Because he saw the abnormality of the new "Necromancer" through the "true vision" provided by the gray fog!

The "self-underworld" of the necromancer expanded strangely, including every part of the body, and there was only one soul in that "underworld", young and handsome, with red hair, many rotten marks on his face, and a gap between his eyebrows. A soul with a banner imprint and a blood-stained black armor.

Klein was no stranger to this spirit, and recognized him immediately:

"Red Angel" evil spirit, Sauron Einhorn Medici!

This guy has returned to Backlund again, and has a certain cooperative relationship with the angels of the Spiritual Cult's Artificial Death Sect... Klein instinctively took out the "Red Priest" card, accommodated the "Tyrant" card, and captured the "Sea God" card. Scepter" and prepared to give the "Red Angel" evil spirit a lightning storm, but in a flash of thought, he restrained this impulse and gave up the corresponding idea.

This will expose Patrick Bryan's problem, and make the angel Hytel in the Death Realm guess that something is wrong with the artificial Death God!

This is not conducive to the "Goddess of the Night" grasping and digesting the "uniqueness" of the "Reaper" pathway.

Amidst his thoughts, Klein quickly left above the gray mist and returned to the real world, allowing Secret Puppet to quietly but quickly leave the garment factory and "teleport" away with the main body.

He originally planned to create some horrifying experiences for Patrick Bryan after the ceremony, and he had made some preparations in advance. He could only give up at this time to avoid being discovered by the "Red Angel" evil spirit.

In the garment factory, the young "Necromancer" possessed by Sauron Einhorn Medici pulled his hood down a bit, turned his head slightly, and looked somewhere outside.

That was the location where Klein's secret puppet, Qonas Kilgor, hid just now, nearly 1 kilometer away from the garment factory.

After staring at it for a few seconds, a not-so-obvious smile appeared on the face of the young "Necromancer".

Patrick Bryan was about to speak. As the person in charge of the artificial death faction Backlund of the Spiritual Cult, he knocked on the teacher's emissary for a few words. His inspiration suddenly touched him, his body turned around strangely, and he turned his gaze to another building in the garment factory. .

On the second floor of that building, behind the glass window of a certain room, a pair of black eyes with no emotion were watching here.

Patrick Bryan's eyelids twitched, and his body suddenly disappeared.

Well!

The cold wind blew, and the glass window rotted silently, and it cracked into countless "snowflakes" without any movement.

In the corresponding room, Patrick appeared in a black robe with a thin face, and saw that the owner of those cold black eyes was a poorly made clay doll.

Who made the puppet... who brought it here? Patrick Bryan looked around cautiously, not missing any corner.

Just as he turned his gaze to the corridor and leaned towards the window without glass, the dark eyes of the rough clay doll suddenly turned, and then he raised his hands and grabbed Patrick's neck.

Just halfway through this movement, the clay puppet seemed to have lost its support, and it no longer had any vitality. Many cracks appeared on the surface, and it disintegrated into a pile of fragments in an instant.

The figure of Patrick Bryan disappeared first, and then appeared in the corridor, staring at the collapsed clay doll as if facing a formidable enemy.

At that moment just now, he was really taken aback. Although there are all kinds of weird and frightening things related to spirits, it is still quite scary for a puppet to suddenly come alive without the influence of external spirit bodies.

The fragments of the clay doll lay there quietly without any movement. Patrick Bryan waited patiently for a while, and finally confirmed that there was no abnormality here.

He traveled through the spirit world again and returned to the place where the ceremony was held just now.

At this time, the heavy and dark coffin had completely decayed, as if it had been buried under the soil for hundreds of thousands of years, and the believers around them who sensed the underworld slowly recovered from their semi-comatose state.

Patrick Bryan glanced left and right, but failed to find the young "Necromancer" sent by the teacher. He had left here at some point.

Didn't he come to spy on me? The demigod of the "Reaper" pathway was at a loss for a while.

Considering that there was an anomaly discovered just now—the living clay doll, Patrick Bryan didn't delay any longer, and quickly woke up the believers, cleaned up the scene, and dealt with the traces.

After he finished all this work, he suddenly heard a voice:

"Is this garment factory yours?"

Patrick Bryan's figure disappeared in an instant, and then reappeared, facing the speaker. It was the young "Necromancer" who had gone somewhere before.

"No." Patrick frowned slightly.

How could he do these things in his own garment factory, wouldn't there be no way out if he was exposed?

"Not too stupid..." The young "Necromancer" nodded slightly.

Patrick's eyes suddenly narrowed slightly, and he suppressed his anger and said:

"Where did you go?"

The young "Necromancer" smiled and said:

"I went to a familiar place and met a friend."

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