Lord of the Mysteries v6c82 - Sogou MTL

Klein became a demigod and could initially control the "source castle" and prevent its breath from permeating the reality. After attaching it to himself, he did not consider similar issues. After all, it would appear abnormal, causing him to be recognized at a glance by extraordinary people in the "fate" related channels. It was quite unsafe. At this moment, as soon as he was reminded by Will Oncetin, he only felt that his mind was open and bright in Huo Ran.

When I am still attached to the "source castle" and have a certain use right, the attached "source castle" breath and projection can make a saint of the "fate" approach dare not look directly at me, and make the corresponding low and medium sequence extraordinary people just like seeing mythological creatures. now that I have preliminary control of the "source castle", a large probability can make the "effect" better ... this can affect that I am an angel of complete mythological creatures? The level of "source fort" has reached at least sequence 0? Well, according to my guess, this may be a little higher than sequence 0 ... has a similar understanding of the nature of pollution? Klein's thoughts flashed through his mind like flashes of lightning.

He quickly decided to go back to the abandoned land and find monsters in the dark depths and secret figures in the historical fog to do some experiments so as to speculate whether his ideas were useful.

His face immediately revealed a little smile, for more than a year old children in the black stroller way:

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

Wrapped in silver silk will. Oncetin slowly don't head, looked at the next way:

"no, no.

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

Crane picked the eyebrows way:

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

"... give it to me next week." Will ansett hesitated and replied next time.

With that, the fleshy one-year-old turned over and buried his face in the pillow in the stroller.

Due to the limited time Miss "Magician" can maintain the images of historical pores, Klein did not say much more. With the help of her own characteristics, she forced herself out of her dream, woke up and got out of bed.

Then, he leaned out his right hand and pulled it into the air for a while.

Four or five times later, his arm sank and he pulled out a woman with plain linen robe, bark belt, bare feet, long black hair and ordinary appearance.

The leader of the bitter monks in the dark church, the "Secret Servant" arianna!

At the same moment, in a house in Hilston district, Fowler on the easy chair seemed to be pulled by invisible silk thread and suddenly sat up with his body straight and his forehead blood vessels jumping straight.

She felt that her spirituality was like a flood that burst its banks, rushing towards the void ahead. How could she not contain it? She was on the verge of becoming dry.

The next second, the trend eased a lot, but it was still frightening, which she could not bear completely.

In the hotel room, I saw that Ms. arianna's historical pore images gained consciousness. Klein made a long story short and said directly:

"I intend to cooperate with others to jointly deal with a" witch king "of the Rose School."

Arianna gently nodded, saying he knew, but did not give his own advice.

See the bitter monk leader did not warn, klein to hunt "witch king" plan relieved a lot, turned and said:

"I'm planning an operation against the dark wolf recently."

Arianna mouth slightly Zhang Dao:

"Caution."

... Meaning, don't dismiss dark Wolf Cotal? Klein was about to ask a question when his consciousness suddenly blurted out. He saw the woman opposite and himself in his eyes collapse at the same time and disappear quickly.

Pa!

Fowles fell on the easy chair and his facial muscles twitched slightly.

"It's more tiring than writing all night before ..." She grinned for a moment and tried to meditate to sleep.

-People who are extremely tired sometimes have sleep disorders instead.

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The abandoned land of the gods, near the northern ruins of the ancient city of Noth, is in an empty dark wilderness.

Crane carried the yellow lantern and made a circle to confirm the situation.

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

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

After preparation, Klein quickly transformed a monster lurking in the surrounding darkness into a secret puppet.

The Secret Couple walked out of the unlit area, approached Klein in the light of the lantern, and cast its eyes on him.

In the eyes of a secret puppet made of ordinary monsters, Klein, wearing a black trench coat and a half-bowler hat, is no different from before except that his eyes become more deep and quiet and his temperament becomes more difficult to describe.

After continuously trying different types of monster puppets, Klein confirmed that ordinary people, or most extraordinary people, cannot find themselves with "source castle" flavor.

Then he leaned out his right hand, dragged himself out half a day ago, and manipulated this rather dull historical aperture image to cast his eyes over.

This time, "Klein" saw himself covered with a layer of gray fog, inside a little light flashing, but did not show a specific appearance.

He immediately lifted the maintenance of this historical projection, tried to catch out the extraordinary "diviners" such as Rosago, the "master of the secret couple", and repeated the experiment just now.

"Well, after strengthening the projection, the extraordinary person of the" diviner "approach can directly find certain abnormalities. However, at least the angel below can only confirm that I have something to do with the" Source Castle "and cannot directly see the strange light gate, that is, the projection of the "Source Castle ..." Klein is not too surprised by this result.

He took a deep breath and, after preparing himself for the "rescue", raised his hand and pulled out Enyoni, who had just become his secret mate and had not long been the "winner".

Enyouni looked up little by little, his eyes gradually reflected Klein's figure, reflecting a faint, gray fog that was spreading out.

Deep in the fog, or transparent or semitransparent twisted worms folded into countless light balls. The light balls were stacked one on top of the other to form a light door stained with a little black.

The light gate is much clearer and more textured than before. At the same time, its shape has also changed, stretching to the top has become much higher.

This made it look like a tall, thin and brilliant figure, and the gray fog around it was the figure's hooded robe.

The glowing awns of different light balls keep flashing, making Klein seem to be watched with one eye by this deep, mysterious, lofty and horrible figure.

Boom, crane's head involuntarily lifted back, thick blood mixed with strips of transparent worms sprayed out from his pores.

The "spirit worms" fell to the ground one by one, frantically tumbling and struggling. Some of them broke away quickly, others finally calmed down and climbed back into Klein's body and into the pores.

"PSST ... is much better than last time when I was in a direct coma and lost my memory ..." Klein rubbed his eminence and sighed silently.

The "winner" in front of him, euni, has disappeared directly because he was just hit and unable to maintain the image of the historical aperture.

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

-without the "winner" euni, he would not be able to see the strange light gate that has changed and would not need to be continuously impacted.

After a delay of two seconds, Klein went into the fog of history and took four steps backward to the top of the fog.

Looking at a little bit of unreal dark light leaps from the body, melt away, Klein finally relieved, self-mockery a laughed.

"Almost self-polluting, self-eroding ...

"After that, we will use Rosago and other extraordinary people in the" diviner "approach to do another experiment: whether they will be reverse polluted by the" Yuanbao "projection as the observation time increases without direct impact ..."

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South China, East Byron, the attacked city of Valtec.

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

Their faces were dark and covered with traces of smoke. Sometimes someone woke up, took out dried tobacco, wrapped it at random, lit it with the remaining matches and put it on their lips. They took a deep breath, and their eyes were more numb and vacant.

Several soldiers on duty at this line of defense smelled the smell of tobacco, subconsciously sniffled and looked back.

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

His comrades shook his head:

"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 out of the fortifications. "See? So many corpses, so many hands, so many feet belonged to the living. "

Before the sun went down, the rebels launched an onslaught that hit every line of defense in the city of Valtec like crazy. Their desperate attitude scared the soldiers and servants who were holding on to Lune and nearly won the victory. But in the end, they still failed to break through the key line of defense, leaving a large number of bodies and retreating like the tide.

His comrades were silent for a moment:

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

Speaking of which, he looked up at the rosy moon and said dreamily:

"I don't know how is Backlander, 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 ill, can they find a doctor .. . "

Just want to smoke soldiers just want to scold a dirty word, curse this damn war and damn enemies, eyes suddenly hair straight, trembling raised his right hand, pointing to the front way:

"Live, live, live ..."

One by one, the soldiers looked over and saw the mutilated corpses left behind by the rebels rose one by one under the crimson moon. They staggered and tried 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 rebels with slightly open arms.

The spirituality of the entire battlefield is rapidly growing.