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Chapter 1 V

Chapter 191 V

"...According to preliminary statistics, more than 100 people died directly in the smog, and the subsequent spread of the plague took away people one after another, including many young children and strong young men and women..."

"...During this disaster, our respectable and lovely Prince Edsac, who was always keen on public welfare, left us forever. May his soul rest in peace in the Abyss of Storms..."

The hour hand passed the digits at the bottom of the dial, and rarely overlapped with the minute hand. On the pure white single bed, Klein's back sank into the soft pillow, forming an unnatural wrinkle, and he bowed his head slightly. , pulled his eyes away from the newspaper.

Sigh... There was a bit of unspeakable sadness in his expression, which could only be expressed by sighing.

After stepping out of the myth of reproduction, people must eventually return to reality.

The moment the "Original Witch" descended upon Prince Edsac's manor, Klein knew very well that the disaster was inevitable, and how many people would die next depended entirely on the mood of the god.

But what he didn't expect was that the final result would be so tragic.

In one week, the smog created by the witch took away more than 400,000 lives. Among them were the residents of the East District who struggled to survive every day, the middle class who served the upper class, and wealthy businessmen and noble lords. We...

Fair, quite fair... Klein folded the paper pages with both hands, covering the front page of the newspaper and occupying a palm-sized portrait of the prince. He avoided the ribs and the lower abdomen, which were not very mobile after being bandaged, and relied only on his flexible movements. arm, threw the newspaper back to the bedside, and picked up the paper and pen beside it.

With two fingers shaking gently, the soft paper suddenly became hard, and it remained flat even when placed on the bedding.

With the letter paper blessed by the "magician" ability, Klein picked up a dark black round-belly absorbent pen with a slight dot on the tip, lingering between deliberation and writing.

"Dear Mr. Azik."

Boom, boom, boom.

There were three soft knocks at the door. Klein, who had just written the beginning, was very experienced. He flipped his palm unhurriedly, and the paper and pen disappeared immediately.

"Please come in."

A handsome man with a tall, thin build, silver hair and red eyes, wearing a black formal suit, walked into the room.

His blood-hidden eyes swept around the room, looked up and down Klein's body for a few seconds, and nodded.

"Very good, recovering well."

"It's thanks to the potion you provided, Count Mistral."

Klein sat up straight, pointed at his waist and abdomen, and took the opportunity to ask.

"Can my bandage here be removed?"

As soon as he put down the tray containing the potion, his movements stopped suddenly. The wings of the tall nose of the Vampire Count Mistral moved, and he looked at Klein with an obviously displeased look.

"It would have been two days ago."

"Then why..."

"Because I need you to remember that you are a patient, a patient who has not yet recovered, Mr. V." Mistral raised his palms and frowned slightly, "The wound opened repeatedly, and he was overdrawn despite knowing that his spiritual body was injured. Spirituality, using extraordinary power unscrupulously, trying to resist the impact of the demigod level."

"You lack the most basic medical common sense."

He picked up a few small metal tubes from the tray, and with dexterous fingers, he prepared a bottle of medicine to help with recovery within a moment.

Passing the potion to Klein on the hospital bed, the "Witch King" continued to preach:

"Although when Kesma asked me to recommend a cooperative doctor for you, considering that your candidate for the Oracle still needs to be examined, I did deliberately choose Emlyn White, who has little experience, to contact you. But Mr. V, this is not the case. You can do whatever you want with your body."

"Every member of our vampire family is an expert far beyond your human doctors. Even if it is immature, Emlyn's suggestions are quite pertinent and correct."

"If you and A, like many of your colleagues, are 'Rose Bishops', you can do whatever you want with your body, and we will be happy and relaxed. But as a 'divineer', there is no way to strengthen your physical fitness. , your behavior of disobeying the doctor's instructions..."

After almost taking coercive measures and supervising Klein to put all the medicine into his mouth, the heavy look on Mistral's face relaxed a little.

"Your behavior of not following medical advice is quite immature."

"I will pay attention." Klein, whose face was distorted by the pain of the potion, shook his head and responded in a low voice without even thinking of a rebuttal.

A week ago, the angel who appeared from the door summoned by Mr. A used unknown extraordinary abilities on him. When he woke up again, he had already arrived at the Second Reich Intelligence Agency in Trunsoest in Beck. Rand's division.

It was also from that time that Count Mistral became his chief physician.

Under the dedicated care of the "Witch King", he quickly returned to a state where his spirit and body were intact. Except for the count's rigorous work habits, which required him to take conditioning potions every day, everything was fine. Just like normal people.

As for why the Earl called him by the strange code name of Mr. V... Klein felt a little "tsk" in his heart because Aurora Club was so contemptuous of human rights.

When he just opened his eyes in the hospital bed, the Saint of the Aurora Order, the head of the Backlund Parish of the True Creator Church, the "Saint of Darkness" Kosma was guarding his bedside.

He didn't even give him time to react. The moment he opened his eyes, he handed him a well-written report and let him digest it. By the way, it also included a piece of news that was both honorable and unfortunate.

The Beloved One, Klein Moretti, will take over the vacant divine envoy seat within the Aurora Society starting today, code-named - V.

This appointment, in addition to completely tying him to the ship of the true Creator, also means that he, like Mr. A and other divine envoys, will have privileges higher than those of the diocesan bishop and slightly lower than those of the saints, including but not limited to For the cooperative mobilization of Trunsoest's Second Imperial Army, direct subordinates can freely use some level 1 sealed artifacts, participate in religious and political meetings, and enjoy a series of rights such as seats in the Imperial Parliament.

To be honest, this kind of treatment even exceeds that of the senior deacons and archbishops of the Church of the Seven Gods. The code name V is also quite in line with the aesthetics of modern residents of the earth. It can be said that except for the misfortune of being a true creator believer, which is only based on Klein's subjective will. , it's all an honor.

Alas, anyway, I am wanted by the outside world, and in the eyes of the church and the royal family, I am a confirmed follower and fanatical believer of the true Creator God. I am a dangerous person who can directly trigger the descent of God. Thinking about it from another perspective, in fact, I have nothing to lose at all. anything...

Thinking of the endless wanted notice issued by the Loen government three days ago, Klein felt a headache again.

They have erased the existence of the True Creator and the Aurora Society in the Great Smog in public opinion, and put all the blame on the Witch Sect and the "Rose School". Why do they have to go to the extra step and list Sherlock Moriarty as a Suspected assassin of Prince Edsac?

And it is only reported among official personnel!

But this seems to be an ending for Sherlock Moriarty?

After I woke up, I obviously felt that the digestion of the magic potion had bottomed out... It had only been a little over a month, and this digestion speed was too fast. The same was true for the "Magician" at that time. It seemed that my digestion was naturally several times faster than that of a normal extraordinary person. It's like I've played it in advance...

"What are you thinking about?"

"Do you still want to take off the bandage?"

Suddenly, Count Mistral's stern voice broke into his ears, dragging Klein's thoughts that were gradually drifting away back to the small single ward.

"Sorry, I got distracted."

With a submissive response, Klein raised his arms, letting the swimming shadow pass through the hem of his white uniform, and pulled out the 90% new bandages one by one.

It is said that the standard uniforms in the wards here seem to be aimed at "Rose Bishop"... Feeling the cold and smooth feeling that is different from the shadow manipulated by the "Secret Prayer" path, Klein, who finally got rid of the restraints, tentatively mentioned Another thing he cared about.

"Your Excellency, can I try for promotion now?"

According to the "Dark Saint", he must leave Backlund as soon as possible, go out to avoid the limelight, and at the same time fulfill his obligations as a divine envoy, go to the sea or the southern continent.

The maritime forces are complex. The Southern Continent is behind the "Rose School" and the Spiritual Religion Group. Regional conflicts are the norm. No one is peaceful. It is always better to be promoted earlier to gain more strength.

Besides, now that I am with two demigods and can still have Zaratul's attention, it may not be safer to run outside and wait for a while before trying to advance...

Looking at the young man on the hospital bed who was young and bookish, and who seemed to have nothing to do with the God's Messenger, Mistral stopped packing the trays and test tubes, and squeezed the corners of his mouth with no arc.

"This is not within my scope of authority. You can apply to Kosma yourself."

"But as a doctor, my advice is that always thinking about seeking death is not a good sign."

He picked up the tray and prepared to leave along the way he came. His slightly cold and stern voice still echoed in the ward.

"You mentioned it to me before, Emlyn White's little idea."

"Considering that there is a divine messenger interceding on his behalf, I can persuade Father Utravsky to make changes in his treatment. However, accordingly, he also needs to make up for the mistakes he made in the past in other areas."

"His volunteer hours will be shortened by half, and he will need to return to serve at home or at sea. Remember to see him before you leave Backlund."

As the upright Earl disappeared from the door of the ward, his voice gradually faded away, and the room returned to dead silence.

I'll go see him when I return to Trunsoest's home country or serve at sea... What does Count Mistral mean? From now on, Emlyn will not be considered my cooperating doctor, but a subordinate directly responsible to me?

After a while, Klein raised his lips and walked out of the bed, adjusting to his legs that had not touched the ground for a long time. Like Count Mistral, he also left the ward.

…

In the dark room, the "Dark Saint" wearing black armor and holding a broad sword stood across the room blocking the exit, standing opposite the cross hanging upside down on the wall.

He looked at Klein who had changed back to his normal attire in the middle of the room, and glanced to one side. The shadows under his feet boiled instantly, and countless illusory tentacles surged, spitting out a bishop's attire. His face was as purple as a corpse, and his robes were embroidered with waves. A man with lightning and a dark blue tone all over his body.

This is one of his grazing souls, an "Ocean Singer" who was once a quasi-high-level "Punisher".

"characteristic."

"Dark Saint" Kosma nodded to Klein while letting the "herding" object that had separated from his body come forward.

After receiving the instruction, Klein instantly understood and took off the citrine pendant strung up by a silver chain wrapped around his right wrist.

He threw the "Yellow and Black Eyes" equivalent to the "Secret Puppet Master" to Kosma.

The illusory and hazy soft light descended from the roof, and feeling the gaze from the "Angel with Lamp", Kesma raised the "Yellow and Black Eyes" with one hand, praying for the angel's power to restore this sealed artifact to its purest form. Extraordinary characteristics.

Snap.

Wrapped in yellow crystal, gray mist filled the eyelids, and the eyeball with blue and black pupils collapsed into countless light spots, and then quickly reorganized in the glow, turning into a new eyeball that was all black and pupilless.

After doing all this, Kosma picked up the extraordinary properties floating in the air again, drove the shadows under his feet to send auxiliary materials in an orderly manner, and directly prepared the next required magic potion in the air.

The water of Sonia spring, the eyes of the six-winged gargoyle, and the remaining spirituality of the ancient resentful spirits blended together into an irregular dark golden color, which looked light and airy, as if it had no weight at all.

As "Dark Saint" Kosma let go of his hand, this pool of magical liquid finally completed all the changes after swallowing all the black pupils, and turned into a magic potion with countless tiny insects swimming in it.

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The "Ocean Singer" opened his arms and prepared to sing, and the magic potion of the "Puppet Master" flowed into the metal bottle prepared in advance and, driven by the shadow, returned to Klein's hand.

Gulu, the slightly bitter potion poured into Klein's mouth with a stale feeling, and the song of "Ocean Singer" and the violent murmurs sounded at the same time.

The roars heard every time he passed through the gray fog were superimposed together, making it clearer than ever before.

Suddenly, Klein realized that his spirit body seemed to have separated from his body and was looking down at the world from a very high distance.

Gray mist surrounded him, and opposite him was a "mysterious" man with indifferent eyes, who slowly turned around to look at him.

The god who did not exist in this era was watching him quietly, as if there were two souls peering out from his dark eyes. His figure was being torn apart by the extra soul, becoming more and more unstable. The clear outline blurred and deformed, and was about to become two independent individuals. One was still the "god of mystery", and the other was more ancient.

With his thoughts frozen and sluggish, he watched blankly as the "God of Mystery" raised his palm and waved it gently.

Boom!

The thunderstorm and the distant voice filled Klein's ears at the same time, helping him regain consciousness and get rid of the backlash of the potion's transformation of his body.

All illusions are gone, only the final order of the "God of Mystery" remains unchanged.

"Find the part of me that's wandering away..."

"Bring Him back."

In case everyone has forgotten, let me remind you that the "God of Mysteries" started out as a natural disaster mixed with the "Servant of Mysteries".

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Chapter 2 Secret Puppet Master

Chapter 192 Secret Puppet Master

The thin gray-white mist that appeared in front of his eyes faded, and the manic murmurs gradually subsided.

Different from when I became a "faceless man", Yayu has obviously become stronger. I can intermittently break through the barrier between the gray fog and the power of reality, strengthen my connection with the gray fog, and with the "mysterious"... well, I His thinking ability has returned... Klein calmly raised his arm.

The joint is very tight and is getting weaker over time.

After his consciousness returned to his body, Klein "saw" what he looked like now.

With tawny skin and dry, dull eyes, he looked like a doll wrapped in old bandages that had been buried underground for many years.

Countless granules squirmed and separated under the skin, like individual insects with independent thoughts. Under the control of the "Insect Queen" called the brain, they were continuously spliced ​​and fused to form a body called "Cline Moretti". human form.

Drawing an outline of layers of light balls in his mind, and relying on meditation, Klein gradually mastered the trick of suppressing abnormal movements in his body and calmed down the effects of the potion.

An unknown amount of time passed until the "Ocean Singer"'s singing subsided. Klein slowly opened his eyes, controlled his normal body, nodded slightly to the "Dark Saint" guarding the entrance to the room, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Successful."

…

"Success!"

Outside the edge of Backlund's East District, there is a temporary treatment point set up by the Harvest Church.

Emlyn White was wearing a priest's robe and stood next to a large iron pot set up outside the tent. Sometimes he threw different herbs into it, and sometimes he glanced sideways at the children who were no longer coughing or feeling tight in the chest after drinking the herbs, and were cheering for joy.

He stirred the already filled iron pot and waited for the water to boil, his handsome but not masculine face frowning.

The Harvest Church is not far from the East District. In the evening a week ago, with the excellent sense of smell of the vampires, when the doomsday scene just enveloped the western part of Backlund, he had already smelled the pungent smell coming from the East District, but he never thought Something like this happened nearby.

Contrary to expectations, the official Beyonders did not rush to the disaster site as usual. Instead, they waited until the successive sounds of fighting in the East District subsided and the haze lost most of its effectiveness before carefully leading the police from the dock area. Log in and enter the East Zone.

And he and Father Utravsky, after the authorities basically controlled the situation in the East District, actively negotiated with the Church of the Night Goddess and obtained the authority to build a treatment point in the epidemic isolation area, and have been working until now.

I really don't know how long I will continue to do this... Emlyn let out an annoyed "tsk".

"Aren't the herbs ready yet?"

Suddenly, a mellow voice brought back the vampire's drifting thoughts. Emlyn trembled slightly and looked behind him hurriedly.

"It can be packed now."

As he spoke, he picked up the bottle he had prepared in advance and filled it with enough herbs according to the dosage.

While his hands were busy, he hurriedly glanced at the tall figure beside him and said with some hesitation:

"Father, how many people died in the East District?"

He wanted to use the death toll to estimate the approximate radiation range of the plague and deduce that he would still need to work hard for a few days.

Bishop Utravsky, who had just finished comforting the refugees, wiped his hands, lowered his head and replied:

"The official figures from the kingdom have not yet been given, but judging from the information given by the Church of the Night, this may account for nearly one-third of the population in the Eastern District."

one third!

Emlyn's hand holding the herbs froze, but he quickly continued working, but the shock in his blood-red eyes lingered for a long time.

He remembered that a reporter's previous report had written that there are now at least 1.35 million residents in the Eastern District.

And one-third, that is to say, the place less than 200 meters away from him now, 400,000 people have died one after another...

"There are fifty bottles in total." Emlyn's voice suddenly became much muffled. He put the endless potion into the priest's hand, and the two of them walked towards the tent together.

Inside the simple tent, tattered quilts and newspaper stalls were piled all over the ground. Even outside the tent, there were many small nests like this piled up, with plague-infected and wounded people lying on them, either sleeping or groaning in pain.

Emlyn and Father Utravski cooperated, each holding a part of the medicine, and started distributing it in two directions.

After a while, Emlyn, who finally handed out the last bottle of potion, accepted the thanks from an injured person uncomfortably and silently slipped back to the priest.

He looked at the priest who still showed little expression. He had words of temptation and complaints stuck in his mouth but could not come out.

"Father."

Bishop Utravsky looked over while counting the bottles in his arms.

"You should know that there are not many believers of the Mother Goddess here."

"Of course." Father Utravsky smiled slightly, "but this does not hinder our work."

"They are also lives, innocent lives."

He looked at Emlyn, took the bottle, turned and walked towards a pot of boiling water, and put all the bottles in his hand.

"All life is the mother's child, the offspring of the Mother of All Things. Although the holy scriptures teach us that life is just a closed loop from birth to return to the soil, this does not mean that we can ignore the equally important part in the middle, the journey of life. ."

"Innocent people were deprived of the right to complete the journey by disaster, and our mission is to help those who still have the opportunity to return to the journey. This is also fulfilling the teachings of the Mother Goddess."

"You live in an environment where you believe in the Father of all living beings, so you should be able to understand my point of view."

Seeing the priest devoutly praising the Mother Goddess, Emlyn moved his lips, but could not say anything to refute. He just turned his attention again to the poor people in the tent who were either dying or were likely to suffer from the root of the disease in the future.

"By the way, there is a letter for you."

With that said, Bishop Utravsky, who had finished distributing the potion, took out a letter from his extraordinarily large pocket.

"The messenger from the Father of All Living Beings came just now. He said this is the arrangement for you in the future."

Sherlock Moriarty?

He forwarded my application to the senior leaders of the tribe. I can leave Harvest Church. My volunteer time is over?

A series of conjectures appeared in Emlyn's mind. He closed his eyes and wanted to raise the corners of his mouth, but it was difficult to find the joy when his expectations came true.

Emlyn pursed his lips and gave a wry smile. After confirming that the sender was indeed Sherlock Moriarty, he stuffed the letter inside his robe and grabbed the tray and potion again.

"Let's work first."

…

After learning from the "Dark Saint" that Emlyn White had been rescuing the wounded and sick in the East District with the church's Beyonders recently, Klein gave up on his plan to meet his future subordinates and decided to complete the follow-up through letters. Work.

It's still a bit risky. It would be great if I had my own messenger. Many things would be much simpler...

His eyes were drawn back from the illusory threads that were thin and numerous and densely packed in the far distance underground, corresponding to different creatures, different parts, different colors and states. The color of Klein's eyeballs also became much lighter at the same time, turning from pitch black to dark brown. .

The bizarre scene that had a dense aesthetic just now was not unfamiliar to Klein. It was just that compared to the past, it did not require the use of the "Yellow and Black Eyes" broadcast channel.

Sure enough, the complete "Secret Puppet Master" is incomparable to even the most convenient sealed objects... Klein moved his fingers slightly, and with a slight hook, an earthworm crawled in the soil above the underground base of the Intelligence Agency branch. He stopped moving, his slender and soft limbs became sluggish, and turned in the direction of transforming into a marionette.

Well, I have tried most of the abilities of "Maritime Master" when using "Yellow and Black Eyes", and I am relatively proficient in operating them. The only thing I lack is the ability to control marionettes for a long time... Klein let go The five fingers that "catch" the earthworm.

"Secret Puppet" is obviously the core element of the "Secret Puppet Master" potion play. If you want to obtain a secret puppet, you need the "Secret Puppet Master" to completely control the spiritual thread of a creature and transform it into your own. puppet.

The upper limit of the individual units I can control now is one. As the magic potion is digested and adapted, it will definitely increase in the future. When the backlash of promotion is completely eliminated, it will probably increase to two, and it may be three when it is fully digested. There will be no more later.

Although there are no species and level requirements for marionettes, if you want to play for a long time and quickly, a fixed marionette that can communicate and interact with the outside world is obviously more suitable.

In other words, I need a humanoid, or human marionette...

It's hard to handle... His inspiration trembled, and he noticed the dozens of spiritual threads approaching him from behind. Klein turned around.

"good morning."

His eyes swept over Sharon, who had just released her spirit form, Mr. A, who was dressed like a bishop, and Jerry Zaratul, a beast who could be ignored, and nodded in greeting restrainedly.

"Good morning, good morning!"

"Hey, you are so enthusiastic, I am really flattered!"

I don't know what happened suddenly. Under the displeased gazes of Klein and Mr. A, Jerry Zaratul saluted to Klein in an exaggerated manner with a fake and disgusting smile on his face.

Noticing that Klein's originally raised smile suddenly fell, Mr. A had no choice but to reluctantly apologize for his partner.

"Sorry, V, he's always had problems here."

Mr. A pointed to his brain.

Indeed, I agree... Klein tried hard to smile again.

He turned his head slightly, and in the process his smile changed from an obviously polite and perfunctory one to a much more lively one.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

"haven't seen you for a long time."

The complicated palace dress was floating, and Sharon nodded without any emotion. Her pale and lifeless palm stretched out from the half-covered long sleeves, and her fingers spread wide, revealing a delicate brooch that was slightly around the thumb.

"Poison wine brooch"?

"Return the property to its original owner." Sharon whispered one word softly.

In fact, I'm ready to give it to you... Klein nodded slightly and took back the long-awaited sealed artifact from Sharon. The familiar mental influence of negative emotions and mania covered his whole mind again, and he was meditated again. The effect was temporarily suppressed, and the silver thorn-wrapped scarlet brooch was worn on the left side of the formal jacket.

After doing all this, he remembered something, and looked away from Sharon as if to escape, staring at Jerry Zaratul.

"It's been almost half a month since you were promoted to 'Secret Puppet Master', right?"

"I don't think I've seen your marionette before."

"Oh, when you watch a circus performance, will you see puppets and puppet masters appearing in front of the audience together?" Jerry Zaratul observed the interaction between Sharon and Klein with interest, and shrugged. Shoulder, "Secret Puppet is one of the main means of fighting for the 'Secret Puppet Master'. Generally speaking, when not fighting, the 'Secret Puppet Master' will carefully hide his own secret puppet to prevent his trump card from being exposed."

He put his left hand into his trouser pocket, pulled it out casually, and pulled out an old iron cigarette box.

"Furthermore, there are three, six or nine levels of marionettes. The easier it is to carry and hide the marionettes, the harder it is to find them. This does not mean that powerful marionettes are necessarily the most suitable for us."

Opening the cigarette box, Jerry Zarath looked a little more serious and warned Klein:

"Most of the 'Secret Puppet Masters' are intelligence workers after all."

A translucent ghost that resembled the "Hermit" card slowly emerged from a small gap in the lid of the cigarette box. The body exposed to the air expanded more and more, until it completely walked out of its usual "temporary residence". A body half the size of an adult was exposed.

Under the control of Jerry Zaratul, it flew in a circle around everyone present. During this period, it either transformed into a spiritual body and disappeared, or stretched its body to complete difficult maneuvers. Finally, like a fish, it aimed at the cigarette box and jerked it. Fall, and go back again.

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Klein looked at Jerry Zaratul who was putting away the cigarette box and asked guessingly.

"That's right, I borrowed a sealed object from my family specifically to capture it in the spirit world." Jerry Zaratul admitted generously, "To me, it has more obvious characteristics than those paths and is difficult to disguise. It's much easier to use it to hide your original identity."

Indeed, if I purely pursue the marionette's combat power, even if I find "devils", "dawn knights", "disease witches", etc. who are sinful and will not cause me psychological burden with the help of the Aurora Society, it will not work. It is difficult to change their appearance and carry them around unobtrusively...

The ability of spiritual creatures to transform into spiritual bodies is indeed very convenient...

After thinking about it, Klein subconsciously and cryptically glanced at Sharon, who was floating silently in mid-air, and silently added something in his mind.

It would be more convenient if it was a "haunted soul".

"V, what are your plans later?"

Two divine envoys, an upstart from the Zaratul family, and a former member of the "Rose School" with a mysterious identity who is rumored to be closely related to the "Angel with the Lamp", such a strange combination stayed in the hall of the Intelligence Bureau branch for such a long time. Time has attracted the attention of many people.

Aware of the increasing number of curious and probing eyes around him, Mr. A deliberately ended the conversation quickly.

Klein nodded knowingly, thought for a moment, and answered.

"Say goodbye to some people."

"There are a few important friends I need to meet before I leave."

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Chapter 3 The Return of Divinity

Chapter 193 The Return of Divinity

Klein shuttled between the dead cemeteries, like a gentleman rushing to express condolences to a friend.

A large number of brand-new tombstones stand on the refurbished moist soil, with different names engraved on them. Some are engraved under black and white portraits, while others are empty except for the name, and there is not even a decent epitaph, only the deceased. The holy symbol of the god he believed in during his lifetime kept him company.

The great smog that started in the suburbs of Queens and the East Side has claimed the lives of nearly 400,000 people. Some of them are buried in this cemetery, and there are many more. The residents of the East Side were not even eligible to be sent there. This newly opened cemetery.

Those poor people who cannot afford to buy a cemetery and have no surviving relatives to arrange a funeral for them can only enter the cheap cemetery opened by the church underground. The corpses are burned into ashes and stored in wooden cabinets measuring fifteen centimeters by fifteen centimeters. Quietly keeping company with darkness, waiting for time to decay their last legacy in the world, until the world completely forgets their existence.

The people there don't even have their names left.

Klein closed his eyes, took out the cold and soft copper whistle, held it between his lips, and blew lightly.

Different from usual, this time the exaggerated-looking bone messenger did not appear. Instead, the colors of the real world were eroded by the spiritual world, and all the colors became richer and darker, as if they had been splashed with oil paint by the gods.

This feeling disappeared in a flash, and Klein found himself far away from his original location, and saw Azik Eggers, with bronze skin and soft features, appearing next to him.

"Mr. Azik." Klein said softly.

The "Death Archon" responded to the greetings with a nod and did not look at his students immediately. He stared at the endless forest of tombs, with indescribable emotions flashing in his brown eyes, including sadness, pity, indifference, and some. A faint excitement after retrieving the shadow of the past.

A variety of emotions were staged alternately. Finally, at the critical point when he was almost sinking into his own world, Azik took the initiative to break away from the intoxicating beauty brought by the extraordinary characteristics of his body. His indifferent facial features came to life again, and he silently turned back to Ke. The university professor Lane was most familiar with.

"I'm glad to see you can meet me safely again, Klein." He looked at his student and said, "It seems that you didn't encounter any danger that day?"

"Well, it's a long story, but in short, I'm safe now." Klein thought for a moment and did not tell what happened after leaving Azik.

Although he did not know the final whereabouts of "Desperate Nightingale" Panatia, he thought that she must have been taken away by the angel summoned by Mr. A. It is estimated that what awaits her is an ending more terrifying than death.

"Have you been promoted?"

Gazing from Klein's heart to his brain, Azik asked casually.

"Yes," Klein paused, "I am already the 'Secret Puppet Master' of Sequence Five, and also the divine envoy of the Aurora Society. My code name... is V."

After much thought, he confessed the current situation to his most trusted teacher.

"Oh, the divine envoy of the Aurora Society."

Azik still had the same shallow and distant reaction, as if all the changes in the world had nothing to do with him. Only the miserable and helpless screams from the dead, which could not be heard by living creatures, could slightly evoke the feeling. pique his interest.

"Your other identity is wanted by the royal family of Loen and the three major churches. Although the believers of the God of Steam and Machinery may not seriously pursue the whereabouts of 'Sherlock Moriarty', the Lord of Storms still has the night. The guards of the goddess, they should be very interested in the head of that identity."

Wouldn't a believer in the God of Steam and Machines be serious about hunting down "Sherlock Moriarty"? Klein's brows suddenly raised, as if he thought of something.

The headquarters of the "Secret Order" led by the Zaratul family is in Intis, and it was there before Russell became emperor. The members on the surface have not been completely expelled after several sieges, but only half of them were removed. The underground has completely transformed into underground activities, and the other part of it that cooperates with the Intis military has strangely maintained its original establishment, and is now a legal official member serving the Intis government... Trunsoest There seems to be no shortage of "craftsmen" within the Intelligence Agency... At first, I thought it was the result of the intentional cultivation of the True Creator Church. Now, according to Mr. Azik, it seems that the source of the "craftsman" path is the God of Steam and Machinery and the Earth. Like the Church of the Mother Goddess, the relationship with the true Creator is quite intriguing...

Klein had a guess and asked instead:

"By the way, Mr. Azik, you have been tracing the whereabouts of Ince Zangwill. Do you have a clue?"

"I don't know, the 'Black Saint' didn't give me much chance. By the time we finished the battle, the tyrant's divine power had already reached us, so we had to leave separately." Azik said as he walked, "I was tracking down Ince Zan before. During the process of searching for Guvir, I discovered that he seemed to have reached a certain degree of cooperation with the royal family of Loen and was hiding in a certain mausoleum of George III, and I did see him there."

Mr. Azik and Ince Zangwill have already met?

"So, before you saved me that day, you traveled through the spirit world from the tomb of George III?"

Recalling the formal attire that Azik wore as if he had just experienced a rough trip when he brought him out of a doomsday scene where the world seemed to be about to collapse, Klein couldn't help but be surprised.

The tomb of George III is the core of the "Black Emperor" ritual. It must be guarded by multiple demigods and angels. Did Mr. Azik come out of that place?

This is much more powerful than Zaratul!

"Drink Augustus and his men had no intention of starting a war with me in the tomb of the 'Black Emperor' and did not stop me." Azik patiently explained, "He is the former Duke of Southwell. In the second month of last semester, I told you about the military reform he led in Loen's modern history class to suppress the military aristocracy that expanded after the Oath-Breaching War. This was also one of his means of acting, in order to digest the 'arbitration' Sequence Two of Man's Path, 'The Balancer'."

Klein tried to keep up and carefully echoed.

"I didn't expect that He was also an angel."

I don't know if it was his illusion, but Mr. Azik's personality and mood have become much lower since he exposed some of his inhuman characteristics that day. It's as if the part of his brain responsible for regulating emotions has been cut off. What kind of things will he face? Can't really arouse interest.

This is the so-called divinity... If Mr. Azik had not experienced many different lives that had a profound impact on him, I am afraid that the changes that happened to him would have been more serious, and would have directly transformed him into the same person at the end of his life again and again. That was the look he was most afraid of before...

"Then will you continue to search for the whereabouts of Ince Zangwill after this time?"

Worried that Azik's humanity was getting worse, Klein had no choice but to deliberately bring up some topics that might arouse the teacher's interest.

"Yes." Azik nodded slightly.

"He desecrated my child's body and turned him into an evil spirit that cannot be freed and can only wander in the past territory in confusion. I must avenge my child."

"And the sealed artifact that Ince Zangwill has, which is what you call 0-08, is equally important to me."

"You also want to get 0-08?" Klein asked in surprise.

"It's not that you want to get it, but you need to use it in exchange for something." Azik frowned and looked south unconsciously, "Alsuhod's pen hides many secrets from ancient times. , of course, it doesn't matter what kind of secret it means to me, I just need the 'audience' sequence-characteristic it represents to exchange for an opportunity to interview the true Creator."

As he spoke, Azik interrupted Klein, who was full of questions. His eyes followed the sun that was about to climb to the highest point in the south, as if he wanted to see through that direction and expand his vision to the other side of the violent sea.

"The Black Saint is right. I can't escape my responsibilities forever and remain confused in this land that doesn't belong to me."

"In order to gain enough power to compete with Him that day, I accepted part of my divine self and regained some of the lost power... It was also like actively embracing my past self."

"Although the Balam Empire is gone, I don't want such a deformed country to exist forever. However, the people of Balam still live in their original land. They lost and lost the protection of my father, and in the last generation of Balam, After the death of the heir to the crown, he became the target of the "Rose School" and the armies of the northern continent. As the governor of Balam, I cannot recall my identity and ignore what originally belonged to me and be dominated by others. ."

"There is also the splintered Spiritual Religion. They have always lacked a real leader. As the son of the God of Death, my identity and personality are just right."

Azik, who was talking to himself, contradicted his subjective attitude several times in just a few sentences.

Part of it, just like when he was a university teacher in the past, he was sympathizing with the colonized indigenous people of Balam from the perspective of human rights and fraternity. But part of his words were from the perspective of a ruthless high-ranking person who had conquered half of the continent. The creatures on the planet regard it as their own private property, plotting their belonging, hoping to obtain the power and the legacy of the God of Death retained by the Spiritual Religion.

Klein opened his mouth, not knowing how to answer, and finally asked dryly.

"But, what does this have to do with you having to get 0-08?"

"If you want to become the leader of the Spiritual Religion, as you said, you are the descendant of the God of Death. No one is more suitable than you. The power of an angel is enough to protect some of the citizens of the original Balam Empire and live a stable life. …"

"Klein."

Azik smiled, this was the first time he showed such an expression today.

He looked at his student, the curvature of his mouth became more and more natural, and he put his palm on Klein's shoulder.

"I remember you mentioned in your letter that you understood that every path has a corresponding adjacent path."

"'Death', 'Warrior', and 'Sleepless', these three paths are adjacent paths. The characteristics of each path at the angel level are fixed. Whether it is 'Night' or 'God of War', they have different characteristics for me. very interested."

"The Southern Continent is the territory of the true Creator. The 'Rose School' and the 'Mother Tree of Desire' and 'Primordial Moon' they believe in are just sporadic forces with secret activities at the moment. They are just difficult to deal with. If it were just them, of course I could handle it. , but what if the goddess of the night and the god of war want to attack me?"

"Without the protection of the True Creator, I am just a mobile Extraordinary Character in their hands. Even if I recover and integrate the Spiritual Religion Group and lead a part of the people of the Balam Empire to re-establish their country and become independent, it will only make them lose control of me during those two years. On the day when a god is watching, return to the underworld with me."

"So you need 0-08, because the 'audience' is the adjacent path of the 'Secret Prayer', and the true Creator will not refuse an opportunity that allows Him to get involved in the adjacent path, nor will he refuse an angel who has the intention to surrender? "Klein has figured out a lot.

After putting aside his personal emotions, Zhou Mingrui, a "keyboard master" who knows a little bit about everything, quickly regained his "keen" sense of the political situation when he founded the government and found the key point.

He gave Azik a surprise.

"You are much more mature than before, Klein."

Azik's smile became a little more sincere.

"But it's still not mature enough. For example, you haven't thought that I actually don't have the ability to participate in the competition for 0-08 ownership. The only thing I can really negotiate with the real Creator on the price is my loyalty and what I can bring to Him. ' s, new land and new anchor."

He continued without explaining the meaning behind the word anchor.

"Klein, since you have become the divine envoy of the Aurora Society, you will definitely come into contact with more situations like UU Reading www.uukanshu.net. You still have a lot to learn, and you can no longer be as naive as you were in the past."

"In the face of disaster, instead of trying to escape, you show irrational suicidal tendencies. Have you forgotten that you are not really dead? You still have brothers and sisters in this world?"

"Even if you can no longer meet them in your past identity, as long as you are alive, a powerful Sequence Five will always be the most powerful guarantee for two ordinary people." Azik grasped the intensity of his preaching quite steadily, and followed closely Then he added a soothing joke, "And you are still an envoy of God now, a big shot with the power of a councilor in the Second Empire of Trunsoest. Not only your brother and sister, but also the dependents of the true Creator who I want to be with now." All contact requires your introduction."

"Mr. Azik..."

As if he had lost his "clown" ability, Klein's cheeks turned red and he lowered his head in embarrassment.

He digested his teacher's heartfelt words, and it took him a while to regain his composure and regain his emotional stability.

In order to end this embarrassing topic as soon as possible, he thought for a while and decided to divert the trouble to another direction, and took out another angel-related item from his pocket - Will Asceptin's Paper Crane.

Showing the paper crane to Azik, Klein said carefully.

"Mr. Azik, this paper crane was sent to me by a mysterious angel. It seems to be the first sequence of the 'destiny' pathway. Do you have any clue about its identity?"

The battle with the 'Black Saint' was equivalent to forcibly shortening the recovery speed of Azik's memory. Now he is closer to the state at the end of each life.

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Chapter 4 Snakes that are good at camouflage

Chapter 194 Snakes that are good at camouflage

As we all know, "destiny" is a very strange path.

They have no adjacent paths that require extra precautions, nor do they need to worry too much about the ceremony of becoming a god. Just like the name of this path, how far they can go and what level they can reach all depends on how much favor "fate" gives, the lucky ones. Forever, the doomed will perish.

According to common sense, such a path should be quite peaceful and smooth. However, Azik's newly recovered memory told him that it was not.

"His identity..." Azik strangely took the paper crane handed by Klein and looked at it over and over again, "Klein, since you got the 'Black Emperor' card, you should know all the ways. There are only three copies of Sequence One, and the Pope of your Aurora Society, the 'Angel of Destiny' Ourolius, was already the King of Angels who accommodated two copies of Sequence One at the beginning of the Third Age."

"If you are sure that the 'Mercury Snake' you saw is not Ouroboros, then it can only be the Speaker of the Parliament of Life, a person whose past is almost blank, who is always favored by luck, and who can compete with the 'Angel of Destiny' Archangel of more than three thousand years."

Sure enough... Klein nodded slightly, then felt something was wrong and hurriedly asked.

"Mr. Azik, you said He is just an archangel?"

"How did He do it without being unique and fighting with a 'King of Angels' who has the support of the true God and the assistance of multiple angel colleagues for such a long time?"

Judging from the portion of the sacred scripture of "Mystery" that describes the authority of gods, "Mystery", or Sequence Zero of the "Soothsayer" path, should also control part of the authority in the field of destiny.

Until the era when the Pale Catastrophe was subdued, "Mystery" was still an active god on the continent. With his help, how could the Pope Regent Ouroleus fail to capture an ordinary archangel?

The ancestors of the Zaratul family, and now the grandfather of the "Lamp Angel", were not able to escape the pursuit of the angel king in the adjacent path, and died before the support of the True Creator and Solomon arrived.

"Oh, that's the truth. Don't get too entangled in the reasons and processes." Azik turned his head and returned the paper crane to Klein.

"At their level, even the simplest things will become complicated and difficult to predict. Every inadvertent move may cause thousands of changes, especially for the 'destiny' path. in this way."

He didn't mention the past grudge between the two angels and said instead.

"What are your plans later?"

Uh, plan... Klein silently glanced at the paper crane in his hand and lowered his voice.

"I need to find the owner of this paper crane."

Facing the teacher who raised his eyebrows in confusion, Klein, knowing that he could no longer hide it, had no choice but to confess.

"That's right, Mr. Azik."

"After you sent me away that day, I met another high-ranking member of the Witch Sect, a Sequence Four of the Witch Path. She calls herself the 'Witch of Despair'."

"So, when facing an invincible enemy, you used this paper crane, the token given to you by the 'Snake of Mercury', to ask for his help?"

Azik glanced at him, his eyes were not reproachful, but clearly displeased.

"Yes, so I need to see Him." Klein admitted honestly.

"Okay, I'll go with you."

Having said this, barely giving Klein a chance to react, Azik, who was looking south, suddenly turned around and grabbed Klein's wrist. As his spirituality gushed out, the surrounding colors became rich and mysterious.

"Where is He?"

No, no, no, Mr. Azik, you don't look like you want to accompany me to meet Will Ascetin, you look more like you want to have a fight with me!

Aren't you just Sequence 2? Are you in a bad state?

Why do you feel that you are so much more aggressive than Zaratul, who is in perfect condition and has the support of the true god... Klein swallowed and gave an answer that almost made Azik doubt his hearing.

"The workhouse."

"Workhouse?"

The collision between the spiritual world and reality ceased, and the "Death Archon", who was full of divinity, suddenly became silent. Looking at the sincere students, he slowly raised a question mark.

…

The whitewashed courtyard walls, the gray-black townhouses hidden among the red brick buildings, and the Augustus family's coat of arms, the "Sword of Judgment," with slightly faded paint.

"This almshouse was invested and sponsored by Prince Edsac of Loen. The administrator of the almshouse is a trusted subordinate of the prince. He once served in the army of the Southern Continent. He is a somewhat serious and rigid soldier. Well, he is." Audience's mid-sequence of pathways."

Bypassing the police officers on the street who were wearing protective gear and patrolling back and forth, he stepped into the door of the workhouse. Klein acted as a guide and introduced Azik to the general situation of the workhouse.

However, it was different from the scene he saw when he visited the workhouse before. There were no children playing in the courtyard at this time, and all the doors and windows were tightly closed. It seemed that the residents inside were afraid of something unexpected happening.

Something is very wrong. Sure enough, after Prince Edsac died, did his brothers take action?

Mr. Azik and I did not hide ourselves deliberately. Normally, as long as Administrator Aiglon was in the courtyard, he would have discovered us.

With an increasingly heavy heart, Klein's eyes darkened, and countless illusory threads appeared in his field of vision.

After just a brief glance, he discovered that there were many spiritual unnaturalnesses in this deserted welfare facility.

It's hard to describe, but those spiritual unnaturalities did not touch Klein's spiritual intuition or send a signal of danger. On the contrary, every time Klein looked at those nodes, he would subconsciously want to retreat, subconsciously thinking that Good things will happen away from the workhouse.

"It's the ability of the 'destiny' path." Azik, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke up.

He pointed at several unnatural spiritual nodes observed by Klein, narrowed his brown eyes, and explained slowly:

"He surrounded this workhouse and spent a lot of luck to protect the humans within the circle."

"Those spiritually unnatural nodes are a disguise made by Him and a trap deliberately left. Any outsider who comes into contact with this workhouse with hostility, even if he carefully avoids the nodes, will unknowingly He was trapped in a cycle of 'fate', cursed by bad luck, and died in many unimaginable unlucky encounters."

After hearing Azik's words, Klein carefully turned off his spiritual vision and no longer paid attention to the spiritual threads floating in the sky, for fear of causing an accident because of which spiritual thread he was looking at.

But since Will Auceptin has laid a trap here, it means that the situation faced by the workhouse recently will definitely not be optimistic... Thinking of this, Klein couldn't help but look at Azik, who was carefully observing the environment next to him.

I brought a strange angel over without saying hello to Him, so I wouldn't let Him misunderstand...

I remember that the feathered serpent seems to be the symbol of "death" in mythology. Mr. Azik did have the scales and wings of the feathered serpent on his body at that time. They are both mythical snake creatures. The two of them should have something in common. Don't start fighting as soon as you meet...

Feeling anxious, Klein stepped forward and knocked on the door of the closed gray townhouse.

Once, twice.

Dong-dong-dong, the third knock sounded, and the closed door was slowly opened, revealing the old Kohler's old, weathered, and aging face that was familiar to Klein.

"Mr. Moriarty!"

Old Kohler, who had never seen the "Sherlock Moriarty" wanted notice circulated internally by the official, still showed a very friendly attitude towards Klein.

"You, why are you here?"

"There is an epidemic everywhere now. Why are you here?"

"Blessed by the goddess, you don't seem to have contracted the damn disease. Alas, you should stay at home..."

He gestured up and down in front of Klein in surprise. During this period, he used what he thought was a hidden gaze to glance at Azik, who had an alienated and cold temperament and obvious characteristics of the Southern Continent in appearance.

"I'm here to see Mr. Aigron." Klein smiled.

Old Kohler's smile of surprise and joy suddenly froze.

The corners of his raised mouth first stood still like a stone statue, then like melted butter, slowly downward, bit by bit, and finally dropped.

"Sir, sir, he..."

"Mr. was taken away by people from the government, possibly the police."

Old Kohler had never heard of the so-called MI9. In his knowledge, apart from the policemen in black and white leather, the only people who could enforce the law on behalf of the kingdom were the big men in the government. But Klein still learned from his vague description. found out the truth.

Administrator Aiglon was taken away by people from MI9.

"Did they say why?"

During the conversation, the three of them had already entered the house. Old Kohler recalled the situation that day and felt a little hesitant.

Finally, he looked at Klein, and then at Azik who was further away. He led Klein to the corner alone, and then said into Klein's ear:

"Those people said that Mr. Aiglon assassinated Prince Edsac, the prince who was reported in the newspaper recently and who donated money to the courtyard every week."

He couldn't help but complain.

"how can that be possible?"

"Mr. Aiglon didn't leave the courtyard in those days. When the smog killed people, he took us all into hiding and stayed with us all the time..."

Because dead people cannot speak... Klein shook his head, feeling pity in his heart.

The "Original Witch" killed Prince Edsac's body and soul. Those who were political enemies of Prince Edsac during his lifetime also tried to kill Edsac's legacy, so Aiglon was summoned. He was labeled as suspected of being involved in the murder of a member of the royal family.

Without the protection of the prince, no one would speak for a little retired colonel.

It's a pity, he is a nice person... He breathed a sigh of relief, and while mobilizing the illusion, Klein continued to walk forward with Old Kohler.

After asking around and asking which direction Will Asceptin's room was, he completely pulled old Kohler into a fantasy world, making the old worker think he was still talking to his benefactor, while Klein and Azik had already arrived. The door to another room.

There was no need to knock on the door this time. Before Klein put his hand against the door panel, the door of the room opened naturally, revealing a narrow room that was only ten square meters in size.

The plain white room was filled with the faint smell of disinfectant. Will Ascetin, who was half leaning on the bed, put away the tarot cards he loved so much. His common black eyes were covered in scarlet, and his pupils were as sharp as needles, as if they were real. of snakes.

Wow.

Tarot cards were scattered all over the bed, and the linen shirt rubbed against the pillow, its folds stretched, and fell down as the "snake head" raised.

Will Auceptin first stared at Azik, who was even more reactionary than him, with a hiss brewing in his throat, and opened his bright red mouth.

"Azik Eggers, the son of 'Death' Salinger, the former 'Death Archon'."

"Your destiny has been manipulated and trapped in a cycle, but it is not the cycle of 'fate', but another, more cruel one."

Immediately afterwards, Will Asceptin's head turned rapidly, and his eyes were locked on Klein's gaze.

"I told you to meet me after this is over."

The last half of his sentence was worded carefully, and even an ignorant child could hear the danger hidden in it.

"It's not about Klein. I asked him to bring me here."

Fortunately, Azik took the initiative to take over the responsibility before Will Auceptin launched his attack.

He looked at the "child" sitting cross-legged on the single bed and paused for two seconds.

"Have you 'restarted'?"

"None of your business." Will Angstine snorted coldly.

"Why does the Speaker of the Parliament of Life want to live in the workhouse? What attracts you here?" Azik chased after him.

"It's none of your business." It was still the same answer, but this time Will Asceptin's attitude was obviously worse.

He breathed an extremely slow sigh, then casually pulled out the messy card pile on the bed, UU Reading www.uukanshu.net turned his palm over, and gave away the card he just touched without looking at it.

"Take this card as my reward for inviting you out."

The cheap and ubiquitous tarot cards flew through the air at high speed, and then were caught firmly by Azik and held in his hand.

Those are two cards close together, the "Tower" in the upright position and the "Priestess" in the upright position.

"Mr. Azik, I'll talk to him alone for a while. Everything will be fine."

Coincidentally, just as Azik was about to put away the cards, Klein's requesting voice also sounded, making him hesitate.

His eyes kept moving between the child-like angel and the student. Finally, Azik sighed and accepted the student's request.

"Okay, I'll be right at the door."

Holding the two tarot cards in his hands again, Azik walked out of the room and closed the door.

Following his actions, a cycle of fate was established, temporarily blocking the connection between this room and the outside world, cutting off the transmission of sound and the possibility of prying eyes.

Finally, there were no outsiders. Will Asceptin immediately relaxed. His tense body lazily leaned against the soft pillow and the quilt piled up behind him. The fat squeezed out of his chin and returned to normal. Colorful eyes that were free from the coldness of snakes looked at Klein and blinked, and said casually.

"Seriously, I hate being around angels."

"Too serious."

The contrast between little snakes.

I personally think that Little Snake's personality should change with the age stage passed through each restart, and will be affected by the appearance of age.

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