Chapter 37 Rich Experience in Death

"Okay." Klein nodded solemnly.

Sergeant Farthing stroked his short hair and said:

"There are other arrangements, I will explain to you in detail, and you make your own decisions."

His gaze turned to the living room area.

Klein politely made a gesture of invitation, watched Sergeant Farthing close the door and enter, walked to the sofa, and sat down.

"What's the arrangement?" Klein didn't take off his coat, his hands still in his pockets.

Farthing leaned forward slightly, clasped his hands and said:

"You should be very clear that you have messed with that ambassador, and tonight or tomorrow will be your most dangerous stage."

"The people above give you three options. One is to go to the Church of the Holy Wind for two days. I know you are a believer in the God of Steam and Machinery, but the Church of St. Hirland is too far away, and it is easy to have problems on the way."

Klein nodded invisibly, waiting for the other party to give him a second choice.

Suddenly, his vision blurred, his head went numb, and he felt like there was a thick layer of glass around him.

He saw Sergeant Farthing's mouth opening and closing slowly, and found that his thoughts were getting stagnant.

This feeling is so familiar, Klein suddenly thought of the puppet of the Antigonus family, the sealed item "2-049"!

At that time, he was repeatedly affected by similar effects, but was awakened by captain Dunn Smith and others. In order to let others notice the abnormality in time, they kept doing the movements of bending and stretching their arms!

The Antigonus family holds the "Seer" pathway... This person's ability is similar to the puppet of the Antigonus family... He is the middle-sequencer of the "Divist" pathway... It really is him... ...Klein instantly woke up,

But at this time, there was no Dunn Smith to wake him up.

The muscles on Sergeant Farthing's face began to squirm strangely, and he soon turned into a gentleman with black hair and blue eyes, with a handsome face and a faint trace of beard.

He said with a smile:

"As long as you give me time, this is one of the most difficult abilities below the High Sequence."

While he was speaking, Klein saw the woman in the black court dress appear on the glass of the oriel window.

She was stiff and slow, stepping out of the glass with a pause. Her pale golden hair, delicate face and pale complexion made her not like a living person, but more like a doll.

"I didn't expect you to hire such a powerful bodyguard. If I hadn't made a mistake in divination in advance, I might have died here. What kind of reward did you pay? By the way, my name is Rosago." Rosago didn't Turning around, he looked at Klein with a smile, but he didn't expect the other party under his control to be able to answer fluently.

At this time, he suddenly felt a chilly wind blowing from his neck, which made his hairs stand up and pimples protruded.

There seemed to be an invisible person breathing on his neck behind him!

Rosago laughed, raised his left hand, and snapped his fingers.

Snapped!

Flames suddenly rose from behind him, and a transparent shadow blazed into flames, quickly turning into ashes.

In Klein's line of sight, these movements were decomposed into frame by frame.

It's not that the other party has become slow, but that his thoughts have become more stagnant.

He's already got me under control...Why didn't he just...kill me... Do villains like to chat... No, he's not a stupid person... He's using chat to cover up something... Klein tried his best to think, looking for problems, but The ups and downs of thoughts slowed down uncontrollably.

He focused on Rosago, observing every detail of the other party.

Finally, he saw a figure appearing in each of Rosago's eyes, a figure composed of pale blond hair, blue eyes, pale face and dark gothic court dress!

At this time, the woman was still behind Rosago, still near the oriel window, walking towards this side with pauses, like a puppet manipulated by someone.

He hasn't really controlled her yet... She is still trying to resist and struggle... They are constantly seeing each other in the mysterious field... I need to do something... Let the tilt of the scale change... Klein shifted his attention to the left On the "Foul Words" spell in his hands, the cold and greasy feeling is full of evil.

He is very fortunate that he has not let down his vigilance, and has always maintained a state of being ready to fight at any time.

You can only hurt yourself and others! Klein gathered his strength and struggled to speak.

His vocal cords seemed to be rotting, and his throat was so hard to move.

Hoarsely, he recited the ancient Hermetic word intermittently:

"filthy!"

As the voice reverberated, Klein felt a corrosive pain in his left palm, and he heard illusory ravings in his ears that made people crazy.

This is a state he is familiar with and has not affected his next attempts.

That attempt is to pour most of the spirituality into the "Foul Words" spell, which does not require the cooperation of physical movements.

Three seconds later, the voice of the "True Creator" will descend on the material world and penetrate into the ear of the creature closest to Him!

"3!"

The prelude-like, noisy, illusory, and evil raving spread instantly. Klein's scalp was numb, his mind was buzzing, and he felt his blood vessels beating constantly, making it difficult to concentrate.

Rosago, who was only a coffee table away from him, suddenly lost his expression, his face bulged and swelled, and the figure of the woman in his eyes suddenly became clear.

"2!"

The pale woman in the black court dress behind him sped up her movements, but immediately frowned, revealing a painful expression.

At this moment, Klein felt the weakening of the influence as he wished, regained his smooth thoughts, and found that his joints were filled with "lubricating oil" again!

Having experienced the test of babbling, he endured madness and pain, and threw the "Foul Words" spell in his left palm to the opposite Rosago.

"1!"

The iron-black charm with many symbols and strange patterns melted. As soon as Rosago regained his state, he tried to pounce to the side, when he saw the thick darkness and heard a sound that contained a lot of knowledge and perfection. Crazy raving.

No human being can describe this sound specifically, and all the blood vessels in Rosago's head bulged, as if they were about to explode.

He rolled and fell to the ground, twisting and struggling, his skin split inch by inch, exposing the flesh and blood inside.

At the same time, Klein, who didn't directly hear the voice of the "True Creator", and the lady with pale golden hair and blue eyes also fell down unbearably, each screaming in pain, as if being inserted with an iron rod up the temple.

Their eyes were suddenly bloodshot, and bright red liquid was left at the end of their noses. They could neither see nor feel the outside world.

Klein, who was similarly experienced, was the first to recover. He staggered and struggled to stand up. He saw Rosago tore the clothes on his body, took off his skin, and exposed all his flesh and veins.

He was like the flayed red monster in the legend, rolling and humming in pain, as if he was about to lose control.

Klein didn't wait for the result, because he couldn't bear the possibility that the other party would gain benefits and become a devout follower of the "True Creator".

He believed that the evil god must also be full of anger towards him.

Pulling out the revolver and adjusting the trigger, Klein took two steps forward, walked around the coffee table, and put the muzzle of the gun on Rosago's head.

boom! boom! boom! boom! boom!

Wearing a black double-breasted frock coat, he stared at the enemy and fired five shots in a row, watching the opponent's head swell and fall back, watching the opponent's head explode, and red, white, and black were scattered all over the ground.

Captain, thank you for your previous demonstration... Klein lowered his revolver, panted heavily, and smiled.

In front of him, Rosago's headless body swayed and fell back beside the sofa.

It wasn't until this time that the woman in the black gothic court dress slowly stopped screaming, and her tumbling and struggling movements also slowed down, but her skin seemed to be much more transparent.

Seeing that the flesh and blood on Rosago's corpse was still squirming, Klein took out his homemade "Requiem Charm" and used it without hesitation.

In a feeling of peace and tranquility, the corpse finally came to a stillness.

Seeing such a scene, Klein changed his mind, took out another charm, and recited in a low voice:

"Crimson!"

Then, he poured some spirituality into it, and threw the spell at his bodyguard, at the woman with pale golden hair and pale face.

The power to make people fall asleep rippled, and the weak woman who had not shaken off the influence of the lingering sound suddenly became quiet and fell into a coma.

Klein made up another "Slumber Charm" with uneasiness, fearing that the other party would disturb his next attempt.

No. 15 Minsk Street returned to the tranquility of the night again. This time nothing was broken, but the ground was polluted because of the strange and secretive contest between the three parties.

After glancing at Rosago's body and then at the sleeping bodyguard, Klein laughed at himself:

"It's also good to die often, at least you can get some immunity."

He didn't try the psychic ritual quickly, because at this time Rosago was polluted by the "True Creator", and direct psychic was tantamount to suicide.

But this doesn't mean that Klein has no choice. He plans to go to the gray mist to psychic, and take Rosago with him!

With his current level of spiritual body, even with the reinforcement of Azik's copper whistle, he can't move a portable camera, let alone a corpse that is several times heavier, but psychic communication is not through the corpse, but through the remaining spirituality of the other party!

Klein took out the candle, quickly arranged the ceremony, summoned himself, responded to himself, and turned into a special spirit body.

After becoming a spirit body, he saw Rosago's vague remaining spirituality, and found that his bodyguard's physical condition was a bit strange, which was quite close to his current one, but very different.

Klein didn't waste time thinking, carrying the Azik copper whistle, enveloping Rosago's remaining spirituality, and entering above the gray mist.

After presenting the corresponding ritual objects and setting up the simple altar, Klein quickly carried out the psychic ritual.

During this process, he was stunned to discover that he didn't need to pray to anyone else, he could channel psychics directly, just like a real "psychic"!

Huh... This is my special authority in the mysterious space above the gray fog? With a flash of thought, Klein recited the divination sentence:

"The potion formula of the 'Seer' pathway."

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