Chapter 169 Mutated Paper Doll

Klein did not directly bring the Azik copper whistle above the gray mist this time, but planned to do it through the projection of the item like the first divination of the "Mutated Sun Sacred Emblem". There is a certain decrease in the accuracy rate, which may even lead to no effective revelation in divination, but under the condition of a layer of gray fog, the integrity of the item itself can be guaranteed to the greatest extent.

He still remembered that when he used the black ears from the "listener" to divination the source, the sealed item collapsed and disintegrated directly due to the counterattack of the "true creator", and reorganized into a spell.

Therefore, when he suspected that the result of the divination might point to the remains of the "Grim Reaper" or other remnants, and to the divine power of the long-fallen Sequence 0 to change the environment of the Sea of ​​Storms, Klein decided to leave the Azik copper whistle in the real world and use projection to Divination, to avoid the possibility of this important item being damaged, after all, "Reaper" and "True Creator" are on the same level!

As for why Klein dared to directly use "Grossel's Travel Notes" for divination, it was because the ancient god "Dragon of Imagination" had long since fallen, and most of the corresponding characteristics had been inherited by others. It is so strong that even the full attack of the "Scepter of the Sea God" cannot damage it at all. In the same way, Mister "Gate" may only be at the level of "King of Angels" and is in a state of exile and isolation. He can barely pass the ravings in. Virtually no damage can be done.

If I get hurt or polluted, I can use the power of the mysterious space above the gray mist to quickly recover without leaving hidden dangers. If Azik’s copper whistle is broken, it is really broken, and I can’t contact Mr. Azik anymore. It can't be used to attract undead creatures, and it can't even be carried around... Klein calmly and skillfully held the copper whistle projection and the paper on which the divination statement was written, leaned back in the chair, half closed his eyes, and meditated Recited in a low voice:

"The reason why this copper whistle is abnormal today."

After seven times in a row, Klein fell into a deep sleep and entered a dream.

After an unknown period of time, he saw a dark and cold mausoleum, the dark stairs extending down, and the coffins placed around it.

Those coffins were all open, and there were one dead person after another lying on their stomachs, and white feathers stained with light butter stains had grown from their backs.

Even in his dream, Klein felt that such a scene was very familiar, as if he had seen it before.

At this moment, he seemed to smell the stench of decay, and heard the slow panting sound of something. He felt that the darkness in the mausoleum became more and more intense, giving people an extremely dead feeling.

All of a sudden, high or low ravings sounded at the same time, and those dead people lying in the coffin with white feathers on their backs all floated up, looking out of the dream together with their half-rotten, half-pale faces!

With a plop, Klein's heart lost control, as if being dragged by an invisible hand, it was being dragged out of his chest.

During this process, his dream suddenly disintegrated into pieces and fell into nothingness.

The last thing Klein saw was that the corpses not only had white feathers on their backs, but also some on the rest of their bodies. In addition, almost illusory black thin tubes pierced into their bodies and extended to the deepest part of the mausoleum. , where a deep, thick, evil, and cold boundless black mist permeates.

The black mist slowly contracted and swelled, making a panting sound. This scene and movement fell behind Klein's eyes and ears, causing his complexion to pale rapidly, his skin to rot and pus, and his pores to grow. The fine white fluff stained with light butter stains caused the Azik copper whistle projection in his palm to burst into a cloud of black mist.

In the entire ancient palace, the mottled long table was decayed and collapsed, and the twenty-two high-backed chairs were wrapped in white feathers, as if they had a life of their own.

The invisible gray fog rolled silently, and the mysterious space above it swayed slightly, and everything quickly returned to its original state, as if nothing had happened.

Klein, who had collapsed beside the seat, reached out and grabbed the table legs, stood up slowly, sat down again,

He let out a long sigh of relief.

He rubbed his forehead and subconsciously made a comparison:

"Weaker than 'True Creator' and 'Eternal Blazing Sun', higher than Mister 'Gate', but it's not clear whether it's because the latter was exiled and isolated, so that there is very little power that can be transmitted.

"I think what to do with these things, I can't beat them anyway, even if I become a demigod, it's the same...

"It's a pity that I didn't directly see the thing hidden in the depths of the black mist, otherwise I might have gained some potion formulas or mystic knowledge."

Feeling inexplicably regretful, Klein turned his gaze to the side of the seat, and saw an illusory black mist floating there.

This is what remained after the Azik copper whistle projection was shattered.

"There is no sense of power, which means that it can't be used as a spell. What's the use of it?" Klein thought about it, and summoned a spare "paper angel" from the debris pile, and threw it at the place. A group of illusory black mist.

As soon as the two came into contact, they immediately fused together. The paper figurine quickly turned black, appearing dark, and white feathers stained with light butter stains grew out from behind.

This change only lasted for a second, and the paper figurine returned to its original state, but it was not real enough, and felt half-illusory.

In addition to this, there are also feather-like patterns all over the back of the paper figurine.

"What can this be used for?" Klein let the mutated paper man fall back into his palm.

He didn't dare to use divination to confirm the effect, because he was afraid of seeing the scene in his dream again, and being invaded by the things deep in the black mist that he had already prepared.

After repeated inspections, Klein made a preliminary judgment based on his accumulation of mysticism:

"It doesn't have any power in itself, but it is special in nature, and it may produce some strange effects in the realm of necromancers when it is used as a 'paper doll stand-in' or a 'paper doll angel'.

"It's like my adventurer's harmonica. Although it doesn't have any power itself, it can summon a particularly powerful messenger..."

Klein immediately put away the "mutated paper man" and began to interpret the picture he saw in his dream:

"The dark mausoleum, the open coffin, the dead with feathers growing from their backs, and the black mist in the depths, all these revelations seem to point to the 'Death God', or an important item left by the 'Death God'...or, the spiritual religion A product of a certain stage of the group's artificial death plan?

"By the way, why did I feel familiar just now?"

Klein thought about it carefully, and soon had an answer:

He had seen a similar scene in a divination a long time ago!

That time, the content of his divination was "the consequences of concealing Mr. Azik's related matters inside the Nighthawks"!

At that time, he got a total of two dream images, one was that he sank into the sea of ​​blood and was pulled out by Azcra, and the other was that the two were in the dark and cold mausoleum they saw just now, as if they were looking for something!

Klein once interpreted this, thinking that the first scene represented that he was in distress and was rescued by Mr. Azik, and the second scene indicated that the two would jointly explore a mausoleum or a certain place symbolized by the mausoleum.

The former was verified when the Backlund meteorite fell from the sky, and the latter finally has a clue today!

"Could it be that what Mr. Ards and I are going to explore is the mausoleum I 'saw' just now? However, this mausoleum is very dangerous. The thing hidden in the deepest part by the black mist has a very high personality, only inferior to the true gods. Some, and full of malice..." Klein frowned a little bit, thinking that the joint exploration might not be a good thing.

This made him feel the need to stop Mr. Ards, but he also suspected that the divination picture he had seen could not be directly violated, otherwise he would get a worse ending in a dramatic fate.

"At least in the first divination, there was only an image of exploration, and no danger appeared... Maybe there is a way to bypass it indirectly... This may be the reason why the 'Divist' is always vague, and sometimes it is too clear , It will be counterproductive!" Klein decided that when he saw Mr. Ards later, he would vaguely mention his dream to him, without any interpretation, to see what he thought.

After confirming his thoughts, Klein leaned back in his chair, looked at the dome of the majestic palace, and disappeared above the gray mist.

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Light, shard-like light, the pure and clear light of dawn, burst out from the body of Werther Hilmon, the elder of the "Six-member council", another "demon hunter", and evaporated into the pores of his skin The white fluff grew out, and suppressed the subsequent squirming of flesh and blood.

His arm muscles swelled, and he pulled back the string of the Dragon Hunting Bow, allowing the silvery lightning and the radiance of dawn to intertwine into a brilliant arrow.

The arrow flew out, and reached the altar full of monster skulls in an instant, and shot at the heavy iron-black coffin.

Silently, the arrow of light dimmed and disappeared without producing any effect.

No, the area around the altar is getting darker and more dead silent!

Inside the iron-black coffin, a voice with bones rubbing against each other sounded:

"Why, why did you disturb my slumber?"

Hearing such words, Waite's heart suddenly sank a little, because the malice was undisguised, because it meant that the former chief might have become a monster.

The City of Silver's search for a way out failed again.

With a bang, the lid of the coffin flew up and fell apart, and a large black mist diffused from below, continuously.

In such a scene, Waite saw a figure slowly standing up inside the coffin. He was nearly four meters tall, with slender hands and feet, and his body was covered with white feathers stained with light butter. It seemed to be connected by illusory black thin tubes behind him. to infinity.

Behind the three elders of the "six-member council", the pitch-black river swayed with huge waves, and all kinds of arms, tentacles, and vines rushed out.

At this time, Waite saw rapid changes in the chief's body, and saw that the clothes the other party was wearing were torn inch by inch by the swollen muscles.

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