Chapter 82 Comparative Experiments

Klein became a demigod and could initially control the "Origin Castle" so as not to let its aura penetrate into reality. After attaching it to himself, he never thought about similar issues. It is quite unsafe to be recognized by Beyonders of the "Fate"-related pathway, but at this moment, when he was reminded by Will Auceptin, he only felt that his thoughts were suddenly bright.

When I was only affiliated with "Origin Castle" and had a certain right to use it, the attached "Origin Castle" aura and projection could make a Saint of the "Destiny" pathway dare not look directly, and let the corresponding mid- and low-sequence Beyonders It's like seeing a mythical creature. Now that I have initially controlled "Origin Castle", I have a high probability of making the "effect" better... Can this affect the angel who is a complete mythical creature? The level of "Origin Castle" has at least reached Sequence 0? Well, according to my speculation, this might be a little higher than Sequence 0... With similar understanding, it will suffer from contamination? Klein's thoughts became active, as if lightning bolts flashed across his mind.

He quickly decided to do some experiments with monsters in the depths of the darkness and marionettes in the fog of history after returning to the Land Abandoned by God, so as to speculate whether his ideas were useful.

A slight smile appeared on his face, and he said to the one-year-old child in the black stroller:

"I probably understand what you mean. I'll have someone bring you ice cream recently."

Will Auceptin, wrapped in silver silk, slowly turned his head away, looked to the side and said:

"No, no need.

"I ate too much ice cream during this period, which affected my physical development a bit..."

Klein raised his eyebrows and said:

"Pure, top quality ice cream from Trier, the capital of Intis."

"...Next week, give it to me again." Will Auceptin hesitated and replied.

After speaking, the fleshy one-year-old turned over and buried his face in the small pillow in the stroller.

Due to the limited time that Miss Magician can maintain the historical pore image, Klein didn't say anything. With the help of his own characteristics, he forcibly broke free from the dream, woke up, and got out of bed.

Immediately afterwards, he stuck out his right hand and licked the air again and again.

After four or five strokes, his arm sank, and he dragged out a plain-looking lady with a simple linen robe, a bark belt, bare feet, long black hair, and an ordinary appearance.

The leader of the ascetic monks of the Church of the Night, "Secret Servant" Arianna!

at the same moment,

In Hillston District, in a house, Forsi on the easy chair seemed to be pulled by invisible threads, and sat up suddenly, her body was straight, and the blood vessels in her forehead were throbbing.

She felt that her spirituality was like a flood of bursting dykes, rushing towards the void in front of her.

In the next second, this trend eased a lot, but it was still scary, not something she could fully bear now.

In the hotel room, seeing that Ms. Arianna's historical pore image gained consciousness, Klein made a short story and said directly:

"I plan to cooperate with someone to deal with a certain 'Wizard King' of the Rose School."

Arianna nodded lightly, indicating that she understood, but did not give her own advice.

Seeing that the ascetic leader didn't warn him, Klein was relieved a lot about his plan to hunt the "Witch King", and said instead:

"I'm planning an action against the Dark Dark Demon Wolf recently."

Arianna opened her mouth slightly and said:

"cautious."

...Meaning, don't underestimate the dark demon wolf Kotar? Klein was about to ask a question, when his consciousness suddenly became blurred, and he saw the lady opposite and the self in his eyes blur at the same time, disappearing quickly.

Snapped!

Forsi fell on the easy chair, his facial muscles twitched slightly.

"It's more tiring than writing all night before rushing to draft..." She grinned for a while, and hurriedly tried to meditate to fall asleep.

——When people are extremely tired, sometimes they will have sleep disorders.

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The Land Abandoned by God, near the ancient ruins of Nos in the north, in the dark and uninhabited wilderness.

Klein took the lantern with dim yellow light and turned it around to confirm the surrounding situation.

Then, he found a stone and sat down, no longer blocking the penetration of the "gray fog" breath into reality.

On this basis, Klein also consciously strengthened the projection of "Origin Castle" on himself.

After making preparations, Klein quickly transformed a monster hidden in the surrounding darkness into a marionette.

The Secret Puppet walked out of the area without light, approached Klein in the light of the horse lantern, and cast his eyes on him.

In the eyes of this Secret Puppet made of ordinary monsters, Klein, who was wearing a black trench coat and a half-top hat, was no different from before except that his eyes became darker and his temperament became more indescribable.

After having different types of monster marionettes try again, Klein confirmed that ordinary people, or the vast majority of Beyonders, could not find the "Origin Castle" aura attached to them.

Then, he stretched out his right hand, dragged himself out half a day ago, and manipulated this rather sluggish historical pore image to cast his eyes.

This time, "Klein" saw a layer of gray mist shrouded in his body, with a little bit of light flickering inside, but he didn't show any specific appearance.

He immediately lifted the maintenance of this historical projection, tried to catch the Beyonders of the "Divinator" pathway such as "Master Puppet" Rosago, and repeated the experiment just now.

"Well, after strengthening the projection, the Extraordinary of the 'divine' pathway can directly discover certain abnormalities, but at least the angels can only confirm that I am related to the 'Origin Castle', and can't directly see the strange light gate. It's the projection of Origin Castle..." Klein was not too surprised by such a result.

He took a deep breath, and after getting ready to "rescue" himself, he raised his hand and dragged out Enuni, the "winner" who had just become his Secret Puppet.

Enyuni raised his head a little bit, and Klein's figure gradually appeared in his eyes, reflecting a thin gray-white mist that permeated outwards.

In the depths of the fog, the transparent or translucent twisted worms huddled together into countless light spheres, and the light spheres were layered on top of each other, forming a light door dyed with a little blue and black.

The door of light is much clearer and more textured than before. At the same time, its shape has also changed, and it has become much higher when stretched to the top.

This made it look like a tall and splendid figure, and the grey mist around it was the figure's hooded robe.

The brilliance of different light spheres continued to flicker, making Klein seem to be watching with one eye by this deep, mysterious and terrifying figure.

With a bang, Klein's head tilted back involuntarily, and strands of blood mixed with strands of transparent worms spurted out of his pores.

The "insects of spirit" fell to the ground, rolled and struggled frantically, some quickly collapsed, and some finally calmed down, crawled back into Klein's body, and got into the pores.

"Hey... It's much better than the last time I went into a coma and lost my memory..." Klein rubbed his forehead and sighed silently.

The "winner" Enuni in front of him has disappeared because he was hit just now, unable to maintain the historical pore image.

This is also one of the reasons why Klein didn't suffer too serious injury this time.

——Without the "winner" Enyuni, he would not be able to see the strange light gate that had changed, and he would not have to be continuously impacted.

After two seconds of delay, Klein entered the fog of history, took four steps backwards, and came above the gray fog.

Seeing a trace of illusory dark light rising from the body and dissolving completely, Klein finally breathed a sigh of relief, and laughed at himself:

"Almost polluted myself, eroded myself...

"Afterwards, I will use Rosago and other Beyonders of the Diviner pathway to do another experiment: without being directly impacted, as the observation time increases, will it be reversely polluted by the Origin Castle projection... "

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Southern Continent, East Balam, the attacked city of Vertec.

Under the light of the crimson moon, the Loen soldiers hiding behind the simple fortifications are taking their time to take turns to rest to recover their energy.

Their faces were dark and full of traces of gunpowder smoke. Sometimes someone woke up, took out dried tobacco, wrapped it at random, lit it with the only remaining match, brought it to his mouth, and took a deep breath. More numbness and confusion appeared in his eyes.

The soldiers guarding this line of defense smelled the smell of tobacco, sniffed subconsciously, and glanced back.

"Do you still have tobacco?" A soldier with a repeating rifle lowered his voice and asked his companion.

His comrades shook their heads:

"It's already finished."

"I don't know when the next batch will arrive... I'm going crazy without tobacco!" The soldier who started talking pointed his chin to the outside of the fortification, "See? So many corpses, so many hands, then Many feet, before belonged to the living."

Before the sun went down, the resistance army launched a fierce attack, ramming all the defense lines of Vertec City like crazy. Their desperate attitude scared the Loen soldiers and servants who stood firm, and almost won, but In the end, they still failed to break through the key line of defense, leaving a large number of corpses and retreating like a tide.

His comrades were silent for a while and said:

"Maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after, we'll be like this too."

Having said that, he looked up at the crimson moon and said in a dreamy voice:

"I don't know what happened to Backlund. I haven't received a letter from my family for a long time... I don't know if they have enough food, if they are sick, can they find a doctor..."

The soldier who wanted to smoke just now was about to swear a swear word, cursing the damn war and the damn enemy, his eyes suddenly straightened, he raised his right hand tremblingly, and pointed forward:

"Live, live, live..."

The soldiers looked over and saw that under the crimson moon, the mutilated corpses left by the rebels climbed up one by one, swaying and trying to get closer to the defense line.

In the distance, a mysterious man wearing a hood and a black robe embroidered with crimson patterns stood behind the rebels, with his arms slightly open.

The spirituality of the entire battlefield is growing rapidly.

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