Lord of the Mysteries v6c82 - Tencent MTL

Klein became a demigod who could initially control the Source Castle and did not allow its breath to infiltrate into reality. After attaching it to himself, he no longer considered similar problems. After all, this would be unusual. As a result, he can be recognized at a glance by extraordinary people in the "fate"-related path, which is quite unsafe, and at this moment, as soon as he gets will. When Onsetin reminded him, he only felt that his mind was bright and bright.

When I was only attached to the "Source Castle" and had a certain right to use it, the accompanying breath and projection of the "Source Castle" could make a saint of the "fate" path dare not look directly at it, and the extraordinary people in the corresponding low and middle sequence were like seeing mythical creatures. Now that I have taken preliminary control of the "Source Castle," there is a good chance that the "effect" can be better. Can this affect angels who are complete mythological creatures? The level of "Yuanbao" has at least reached sequence 0? Well, according to my guess, this may be a little higher than sequence 0. The trait of being exposed to pollution if you have a similar understanding? Klein's thoughts flashed through his mind like flashes of lightning.

He quickly decided to return to the land of abandonment and do some experiments with monsters in the depths of darkness and secret puppets in the fog of history to speculate whether his ideas would be useful.

Then there was a smile on his face and said to the one-year-old child in the black stroller:

"I think I see what you mean. I'll have someone bring you ice cream soon."

Will wrapped in silver silk. Ansetin slowly turned her head and looked aside:

"No, it's okay.

"I ate so much ice cream these days that it affected my physical development a little bit."

Klein picked his eyebrows and said:

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

". Next week, give it to me again. " Will. Replied Onsetin, hesitating.

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

Due to the limited time that Miss Magician can maintain the historical pore image, Klein said nothing more, took advantage of her own characteristics, broke free from the dream, woke up, and turned out of bed.

Then he reached out his right hand and flung it into the air again and again.

Four or five times later, his arm sank and pulled out an ordinary-looking lady in a simple linen robe with a bark belt, bare feet and long black hair.

The head of the ascetic of the Church of the Night, Arianne, the "secret servant"!

At the same moment, in a house in Hilston, Falth on the easy chair seemed to be pulled by an invisible silk thread and sat up, his body upright and his forehead veins pounding.

She felt that her spirituality was like a flood that burst the dike, surging towards the emptiness in front of her, unable to contain it, and was about to dry up.

The next second, the trend eased a lot, but it was still scary and more than she could bear now.

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

"I intend to work with others to deal with a 'witch king' of the Rose School."

Arianne nodded gently to show that he knew, but did not give his own advice.

Seeing that the bitter monk leader did not give a warning, Klein was relieved by the plan to hunt the Witch King and said:

"I'm going to plan an action against the dark wolf recently."

Arianne opened his mouth slightly and said:

"be cautious."

……. It means, don't underestimate the dark wolf Kotal? Klein was about to ask a rhetorical question when his consciousness suddenly blurred and saw that the lady opposite and himself in his eyes vanished at the same time and disappeared quickly.

Pop!

Forrest fell into the easy chair, his facial muscles twitching slightly.

"this is more tiring than writing all night long." She bared her teeth and grinned for a while, then hurriedly tried to meditate in order to fall asleep.

People sometimes have sleep disorders when they are extremely tired.

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The abandoned land of God, near the northern relic of the ancient city of North, in the uninhabited deep black wilderness.

Carrying the dim lantern, Klein turned around and confirmed what was going on around him.

Then he found a stone to sit down and no longer shielded the penetration of the "gray fog" breath into reality.

On this basis, Klein also consciously enhanced the projection of "Source Castle" on himself.

After getting ready, Klein quickly turned a monster lurking in the darkness around him into a secret puppet.

The secret puppet walked out of the unlit area, approached Klein in the light of the lantern, and cast his eyes on him.

In the eyes of the secret couple made of ordinary monsters, Klein in a black trench coat and a half-top hat is no different except that his eyes become deeper and his temperament becomes more indescribable.

After being tried by different types of monster secret puppets in a row, Klein confirmed that ordinary people, or most of the extraordinary, could not find themselves with the smell of "source fortress".

Then he reached out his right hand, dragged himself out half a day ago, and manipulated the rather dull historical pore image to cast his eyes.

This time, Klein saw himself covered with a gray fog, glittering inside, but did not show a concrete appearance.

He then relieved the maintenance of this historical projection, tried to catch the "secret puppet master" Rosago and other "diviners" and repeated the previous experiment.

"well, after strengthening the projection, extraordinary people in the 'fortune teller' approach can directly find certain anomalies, but at least the angels can only confirm that I have something to do with the source fortress, and I can't directly see the strange light gate, that is, the projection of the source fortress." Klein was not too surprised by the result.

He took a deep breath, and after getting ready for self-rescue, he raised his hand and pulled out Enyuni, the winner who had just become his secret couple.

Enyuni looked up little by little, and Klein's figure was gradually reflected in his eyes, reflecting a thin, gray fog.

Deep in the fog, transparent or translucent twisted worms embrace into countless balls of light, which are stacked one after another to form a light gate dyed with a touch of bluish black.

The light door is much clearer and more textured than ever before. at the same time, its shape has also changed, stretching to the top and getting a lot higher.

This makes it look like a tall, thin and brilliant figure, and the gray fog around it is the hooded robe of the figure.

The glow of different light balls kept flashing, so that Klein seemed to be watched with one eye after another by this deep, mysterious, aloof and terrifying figure.

With a bang, Klein's head could not help but tilt back, and streams of blood mixed with transparent worms spurted out of his pores.

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

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

Enyuni, the "winner" in front of him, has disappeared because he has just been hit, unable to maintain the historical pore image.

This is one of the reasons why Klein was not seriously hurt 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 constantly impacted.

After a two-second pause, Klein went into the fog of history and took four steps backwards to the fog.

Watching a trace of illusory dark light rise from his body and melt away, Klein finally breathed a sigh of relief and laughed at himself:

"I almost pollute myself, erode myself.

"after that, extraordinary people such as Rosago and other 'fortune tellers' will be used to do another experiment: under the condition that they are not directly impacted, whether they will be inversely contaminated by the projection of 'Yuanbao' with the increase of observation time."

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The southern continent, East Baylang, the attacked city of Vertek.

Under the light of the scarlet moon, Roon soldiers hiding behind simple fortifications are seizing time to take turns to rest to regain their energy.

Their faces were black and full of traces of gunpowder smoke, and sometimes someone woke up, took out the sun-dried tobacco, wrapped it at random, lit the remaining matches to their mouths, took a deep breath, and their eyes were more numb and dazed.

The soldiers guarding the line smelled the tobacco, sniffled subconsciously and looked back.

"do you have any more tobacco?" A soldier with a continuous rifle lowered his voice and asked his companion.

His comrade-in-arms shook his head:

"I've already run out of cigarettes."

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

Before the sun went down, the rebels launched an onslaught, attacking the defences of the city of Vertek like madness. Their desperate posture frightened the Roon soldiers and servants, and almost won, but in the end, they failed to break through the key lines of defense, left a large number of bodies, and retreated like the tide.

His comrade-in-arms was silent and said:

"maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow, we will be the same."

At this point, he looked up at the scarlet moon and said in a dreamy way:

"I don't know what happened to Beckland. I haven't heard from home for a long time. I don't know if they have enough food, if they can find a doctor if they are sick. "

The soldier who wanted to smoke just now was about to swear a dirty word and curse the damned war and the damned enemy. His eyes suddenly straightened, trembled and raised his right hand. He pointed ahead and said:

"Live, live, live."

One by one the soldiers looked over, and under the scarlet moon, the mutilated bodies left by the rebels got up one after another, staggering to get close to the line.

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

The spirituality of the whole battlefield is growing rapidly.