Klein became a demigod, and could initially control the "source castle" to prevent its breath from penetrating into reality. After attaching to himself, he did not consider similar issues again. After all, this would be abnormal, which caused him to be able to see it at a glance. Recognized by an extraordinary person in the "Fate" related channels, it is quite unsafe, and at this moment, upon being reminded by Will Onsetin, he only feels bright and cheerful.

When I was only affiliated with "Yuanbao" and had certain use rights, the accompanying "Yuanbao" breath and projection could make a saint in the "destiny" path dare not look directly, and make the corresponding middle-low sequence extraordinary It ’s like seeing a mythical creature. Now that I have been in control of the “source castle”, there is a high probability that the “effect” will become better ... Can this affect the angel who is a complete mythical creature? The level of "source castle" reaches at least sequence 0? Well, according to my speculation, this may be a little bit higher than the sequence 0 ... If you have a similar understanding, you will suffer from pollution? Klein's thoughts were active, as if lightning flashed across his mind.

He quickly decided that after returning to the abandoned land, he would find some monsters in the dark and the mysteries in the mist of history to do some experiments to infer whether his ideas were useful.

There was a slight smile on his face, and to the more than one year old in the black stroller:

"I probably understand what you mean. I'll have someone send you ice cream lately."

Will Onsetin, wrapped in silver silk, looked away slowly, and looked aside:

"No, no need.

"I have eaten too much ice cream during this time, and it has affected my body development ..."

Klein raised an eyebrow and said:

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

"... Next week, give it to me again," Will Onsetin replied hesitantly.

After that, the fleshy one-year-old kid turned over and buried his face in a small pillow inside the stroller.

Due to the limited time that Miss Magician can maintain the historical pore image, Klein said nothing more. With her own characteristics, she forcibly broke away from the dream, woke up, and turned over to get out of bed.

Immediately afterwards, he reached out his right hand and snorted in the air.

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

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

At the same moment, in a house in Hillston district, Firth on an easy chair seemed to be pulled by invisible silk threads, sitting up sharply, his body straight, and blood vessels in his forehead jumping.

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

In the next second, this trend was relieved a lot, but it was still scary, not what she can fully bear now.

In the hotel room, seeing the historical pore image of Ms. Ariana gained consciousness, Klein shortly said, directly speaking:

"I plan to work with people to deal with a certain 'Witch King' of the Rose School."

Arianna nodded slightly, indicating that she knew, but did not give her advice.

Seeing that the chief of the bitter monk did not warn, Klein was relieved about the plan of hunting the "Witch King", and instead said:

"I've recently planned an operation against the Black Demon Wolf."

Arianna opened her mouth slightly:

"cautious."

… Meaning, don't underestimate Kotar, the dark wolves? Klein was about to ask a question, his consciousness was suddenly blurred, and he saw the opposite lady and himself in his eyes blurred at the same time, quickly disappeared.

Snapped!

Firth fell on the easy chair, his facial muscles jerking slightly.

"It's more tiring than writing all night before ..." She grinned for a while, hurriedly trying to meditate, and fell asleep.

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

…………

A place abandoned by God, near the ancient city of North, in the northern ruins, in a dark, uninhabited wilderness.

Klein carried the dimly glowing horse lantern and turned around, confirming the surroundings.

Then he found a stone and sat down, no longer shielding the "fog" breath from penetrating reality.

On this basis, Klein also consciously strengthened the projection of "source castle" on himself.

After preparing, Klein quickly turned a monster hidden in the surrounding darkness into a secret puppet.

The mysterious puppet stepped out of the area without light, approached Klein in the light of the lantern, and cast his gaze on him.

In the eyes of the mysterious puppet made by this ordinary monster, Klein, wearing a black trench coat and a half-top hat, has no difference from the previous one except that her eyes have become more secluded and her temperament has become more difficult to describe.

After trying different types of monster puppets in succession, Klein confirmed that ordinary people, or most extraordinary people, could not find that there was a "source castle" atmosphere on them.

Then, he reached out his right hand, dragged himself out a long time ago, and manipulated this rather sluggish historical pore image to cast his eyes.

This time, "Klein" saw that there was a layer of gray mist on his body, and a little light flickered inside, but did not show a specific appearance.

He immediately lifted the maintenance of this historical projection, tried to catch the extraordinary ones of the “Fortuneteller” path such as “Master of the Puppet”, Rosago, and repeated the experiment just now.

"Well, after enhancing the projection, the extraordinary person in the 'Fortune-telling family' path can directly discover certain anomalies, but at least the angel below can only confirm that I am related to 'Yuanbao', and cannot see the strange light door intuitively, It's the projection of "Yuanbao" ... "Klein was not too surprised by the result.

He took a deep breath, and after preparing himself for "rescue", he raised his hand and pulled out the "winner" Enjuni, who had not long been his spouse.

Enyuni looked up a little, and Klein's figure gradually reflected in his eyes, and a pale, white mist spread outward.

Deep in the mist, or twisted worms that are transparent or translucent, clump together into countless light spheres. The light spheres are layered on top of each other to form a light door dyed with a little black.

The light door is much clearer and more textured than before. At the same time, its shape has also changed, and it has been stretched to the top a lot.

This makes it look like a tall, bright figure, and the gray mist around it is the hooded robe of this figure.

The brilliance of different spheres of light continued to flash, making Klein look at this deep and mysterious, horrifying figure with one eye.

Boom, Klein's head lifted back involuntarily, and a stream of blood mixed with transparent worms spewed out of his pores.

The "spirit worms" fell to the ground, tumbling madly, some quickly disintegrated, some finally calmed down, crawled back into Klein's body, and got into the pores.

"His ... It's much better than the last time I went into a coma, and amnesia ..." Klein rubbed his forehead and sighed silently.

The “winner” in front of him, Enjuni, had disappeared because he was unable to maintain the historical pore image because of the impact he had just suffered.

This is one of the reasons Klein did not suffer too much damage this time.

——Without the "winner" Enyuni, he can't see the strange light door that changes, and he doesn't need to be continuously shocked.

After a two-second slowdown, Klein entered the fog of history, took four steps backwards, and came to the fog.

Watching a trace of illusory dim light rising from his body and melting away, Klein finally breathed a sigh of relief and laughed at himself:

"I almost polluted myself, eroded myself ...

"Then use extraordinary people from Rosago and other 'Fortunetellers' approaches to do another experiment: if they are not directly impacted, as the observation time increases, will they be reverse-polluted by the 'source castle' projection ... "

…………

The southern continent, East Byron, was attacked by the city of Fantec.

Under the light of the crimson moon, the soldiers of Rouen hiding behind the improvised fortifications are hurrying to take turns to rest in order to recover their energy.

Their faces were all black with traces of gunpowder, and sometimes someone woke up, took out the dried tobacco, wrapped it at will, and ignited it with the only match to the mouth, took a deep breath, My eyes were more numb and dazed.

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

"Do you still have tobacco?" A soldier with a burst of rifles lowered his voice and asked his companion.

His comrade shook his head:

"It's been long gone."

"I don't know when the next batch will arrive ... I'm going crazy without tobacco!" The soldier who started talking pointed at the outside of the fort with his chin, "Did you see? So many corpses, so many hands, then Many feet were previously living. "

Before the sun went down, the rebels launched a fierce onslaught, hitting all the defense lines of the city of Vantec in a mad manner, their frightening posture scared the persistent Luen soldiers and servants, and they almost won, In the end, they still failed to break through the critical line of defense, leaving a large number of bodies, and the tide retreated.

His comrade in silence said:

"Maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow, we will become like this."

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

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

The soldier who just wanted to smoke was about to curse bad words, cursing this **** war and **** enemy, his eyes suddenly straightened, he shook his right hand and pointed at the front:

"Live, live, live ..."

One by one the soldiers looked at it, and saw the crimson moon, and the incomplete corpses that had been dropped by the rebels climbed up one after another, shaking and trying to approach the defense line.

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

Spirituality is rapidly growing throughout the battlefield.

PS: Seeking recommended tickets and monthly tickets on Monday ~