Chapter 11
Chapter 41 Confession
"I met with Klein Moretti today."
Jerry Zaratul, who had returned from an outing, casually threw his windbreaker on the sofa, attracting the attention of Mr. A, who was praying with his eyes closed.
"Then what?"
A followed the scent of perfume that made him feel nauseous, exuding frivolity and depravity everywhere, and as expected, he saw a slightly shallow lip mark on the collar of the "faceless man".
"He is recovering well. If nothing happens, we can consider providing him with Sequence Six potions."
It's not that every "sacrifice" that accidentally becomes an extraordinary person after the ceremony is treated like this. If it weren't for the oral instructions of His Highness the Head of the Family and the urgent delivery of potion materials with the circus, he wouldn't be so generous.
"It seems that our Mr. Magician is going very smoothly." Mr. A closed his eyes again and faced a black hanging cross with his hands clasped together. "Praise the Lord for His blessing and tolerance."
Tolerance... Jerry Zaratul cannot understand the mentality of this fanatical believer.
In his view, as an individual, you can be loyal to your superiors and subordinates, because they will be bound by the chain of interests, and return or equal but probably unequal returns. Of course, the more important thing is to be loyal to the family, but the only thing that matters is loyalty to the family. You cannot be loyal because of a vague belief or a shadow in your heart. This may also be a common problem of the Zaratul family.
However, considering the current situation, he is happy to do his best for the "God of Mystery" and the so-called Second Empire of Trunsoest.
"You are not in a hurry," Jerry Zaratul snorted coldly, "Ince Zangwill is not part of our plan, not to mention that he is so despicable that he has mastered 0-08, that terrifying sealed artifact. , I'm afraid our conversation and the plan being implemented are now on that guy's desk, waiting to become his wedding dress."
"If I hadn't noticed that someone was using flame jumping crazily in the East District, causing the spiritual fluctuations to be unnatural, you wouldn't have even had the chance to save our lovely Mr. Moretti, and you would have been sent back to the Holy City to be punished."
"So I plan to let Mr. Moretti know about that." A still worshiped the symbol of God calmly, unmoved by the sense of crisis created by his companions. "
Jerry Zaratul was stunned.
"that matter!"
"Are you still planning to expose Lanrevus's plan now?"
"Are you crazy?" He simply found it unreasonable. "The divine plan for the Lord is almost transparent in front of 0-08. At this time, you still plan to drag the 'Nighthawk' into it?"
A planned divine descent often takes several months or even a year to prepare, and now they only have a month to go from the beginning. If it is destroyed at this time, let alone the success rate, participation How many prepared members can escape is a problem.
The appearance of Klein Moretti disrupted the original arrangement. The Holy City and Backlund branches did not intend to send them a single high-sequence one.
"Are the 'psychiatrists' from the Psychological Alchemy Society still useful?" A opened his eyes, the blood-red light was steady and rich, "Hasn't the Lord's embryo descended?"
"of course not."
"Then what else is there to be afraid of?"
The divine envoy stood up from the ground, with a thick layer of dust floating on the knees of his dark red robe.
"Since the Lord has cast His sight, heretics and evildoers cannot go against His will."
"The Psychological Alchemy Society is not monolithic. This is not Backlund. The remains of a 'Death Archon' parent and child are enough to serve as a buffer for the coming of the Lord. We only need to complete the ritual. After that, God's power will be unstoppable. Lord I will personally control everything that follows."
Staring at Mr. A's eyes that could not be refused for a long time, Jerry Zaratul understood that there was no use in talking more, and he bent down deeply, expressing his submission to his superiors both in name and in reality.
"As you wish, Moretti will know about it."
...
Yesterday's plan did not go well, but when he got up this morning, Klein felt that the burden that had been bothering him suddenly lightened a lot. The feedback from the potion made him clearly aware that it was different from the time when he first became an Extraordinary. , now both the spiritual reserves and the speed of mobilizing abilities have been significantly improved.
If he has just reached the level of a "magician" in the early stages of promotion, before that, he was like a patient who had been bedridden for a long time. Although he had a healthy body, he was unable to skillfully command his limbs.
Not only targeted acting, but familiarity with extraordinary abilities can also play a certain role in digestion?
It seems that this is how the captain and the others control the potion step by step, using time to grind it all... Klein thought as he sat in front of Chanis' door waiting for his shift to change.
If the role of the "divineer" is concise and to the point, it is to constantly divine the fate of oneself and others, then what about the "clown" and the "magician"?
You can't really let me perform in the circus... The name of the potion sounds quite easy to understand, but Klein's intuition told him that it wouldn't be that simple.
In fact, he has also done similar thinking. For example, the name does not necessarily only refer to the appearance, but may also imply a deeper meaning behind the noun.
The commonality between "clowns" and "magicians" is that they both stand on the stage and face the audience, which means that their digestion relies more on the feedback of others. However, the former focuses on showing funny and laughable tragic fates, while the latter It's an unexpected performance.
After the Tris incident, Leonard and I noticed the existence of Ince Zangwill. However, we were too weak and were not suitable to report to the captain immediately at the time, which also led to a fatal disaster... .Is this a show dedicated to cults like Ince Zangwill and the Aurora Order?
It can't really be like this, then my digestion of potions is quite abstract... Hidden in the darkness, the corners of Klein's mouth twitched faintly, and he stood upright following the spiritual touch in his mind.
We decided to have a good chat after seeing Leonard today and go to the captain to explain the situation together.
"It seems you are recovering well."
Sika, who was currently wearing a light black ring, was wearing a Western-style narrow-leg trousers and Martin boots. He looked like he had just come out of a cafe and smelled of coffee.
"It's okay," Klein looked at it with interest, "Madam, did you spend all night creating last night?"
Xijia, who was yawning, suddenly averted his eyes and let out a small "tsk".
"I sat there all night and wrote nothing."
The author had no inspiration... Klein kept smiling and cast a sympathetic gaze.
"Then I'll go up first."
"Wait a minute," Xijia stopped him, "The captain said there is something that needs you to go over."
The captain is looking for me? Klein was a little surprised and couldn't think of the reason.
"OK."
After that, he walked all the way from Sijia's side to the long and steep spiral staircase. With the help of his spiritual vision, he quickly reached the ground, passed through the partition, and knocked on the wooden door of the captain's office.
After the familiar "Come in" voice, Klein happened to see Dunn put out the burning pipe very quickly. His gray eyes were no longer deep, but instead showed a rare dodge.
Klein, who knew everything, didn't intend to expose the captain's little secret. He suppressed the urge to laugh and said with a sullen face:
"Captain, do you have anything to ask me about?"
"...Hmm." Dunn drawled his voice slightly, regained his composure, and pointed in front of him, "Sit down first."
Klein, who had too many secrets hidden from the captain, sat on the chair with some anxiety and looked at Dunn.
"The Holy Church has sent another team to take over the witch's affairs. They are a team of 'Red Gloves'. If nothing else happened, they were supposed to support us in dealing with the cultists in the southern continent."
"So what the Holy Church means now is that we will deal with the cultists who remain in the Southern Continent ourselves?" Klein said with a worried look on his face.
"It's not just us, there are also the 'Punisher' and the 'Mechanical Heart'." Dunn breathed a sigh of relief and quickly glanced at the pipe with white smoke floating in it. "After all, it involves a high-ranking witch. Compared with Ting The root dangers are much more troublesome."
"Although there are many 'Red Gloves', we have to admit that the reality is so pessimistic. There are many dangerous occult cases happening every day. It is impossible for everything to go according to our own ideas."
Klein agreed with Dunn's words and looked forward to what Dunn would say next.
If he guessed correctly, the captain wanted to take action against the forces in the southern continent.
"During the few days we monitored the East District, the Bishop made several raids on the Soothsayer Club and several other places where the Esoteric Order was keen to sneak in. Unfortunately, nothing was gained. So after discussing with me, we unanimously decided that we needed to lead out The cultists who are still hiding indoors."
Sure enough, as Klein thought, he met Dunn's gaze and nodded seriously.
"So you need me to be the bait?"
"Yes," Dunn was silent for a moment, seeming to be hesitating, "But Klein, should you confess to me who attacked you that day? Did you really not see the other person's appearance clearly?"
Boom!
Dunn's question was like a heavy hammer, hitting the secret that Klein wanted to hide most at the moment, causing him to almost fall out of the "Joker" state and fall from his chair.
"The 'Punishers' are still dealing with the follow-up of the Alfalfa, but they will see the problem sooner or later. Burnett is a former soldier with keen intuition. As long as you think about it seriously, it is easy to think that if it is really a witch attack If she kills you, she will not be able to take the initiative to run to her hiding place when escaping."
"There are sequences that can imitate the abilities of other pathways, and 'Shepherd' is one of them."
Dunn looked at Klein who was buried in silence, waiting for his confession, and took the initiative to add something.
"I am different from Burnett. You have gone through the review of the Holy Church. Sesima told me that you swore to the goddess directly through the sacred object, which means that the goddess recognized you, so I will not do anything to you because of Aurora. You are prejudiced by what you have done. I am more concerned about fighting the Aurora Society, who is the real person who attacked you, and who hurt my team members."
Captain...Klein suddenly felt his eyes were a little sore, and said in a dull voice:
"Ince Zangwill."
"It was him. Leonard and I discovered that many of the previous events were unnatural that day. We speculated that there might be the shadow of this defector behind it. Then that night, I was attacked by him. Finally, before dying, someone from the Aurora Society After saving me, I completely lost consciousness."
He raised his head, like a child admitting his mistake, not daring to look directly into Dunn's eyes.
"Captain, I didn't mean to hide it from you, but at that time I thought the threat from the high-ranking witch was greater. If it were revealed at this time that Ince Zangwill might be in Tingen, I'm afraid it would make the situation worse."
"Why did you come out?" Dunn blinked helplessly twice with his gray eyes and sighed softly, "I can understand your concerns."
He touched his somewhat empty-looking forehead, and the look in his eyes gradually darkened.
"To be honest, I'm a little surprised, is it him?"
Dunn thought of the scene he personally surveyed and restored, and doubts popped up in his mind one after another.
He had gone to the Winter Temple to receive training from the church, and had learned about some of the Level 1 sealed artifacts that were used as examples, so he could never imagine how Ince Zangwill, who stole 0-08, was taken by the Aurora Society. The envoy cut off an arm and was beaten to death.
The blood left at the scene clearly belonged to the "gatekeeper" rather than the active, viscous blood of the "shepherd". The remaining body tissue in the pit was also used for anti-divination and anti-curse measures in a timely manner. It can be seen that, Ince Zangwill did lose to a sequence five.
A senior person who had even attacked a demigod, UU Reading www.uukanshu.net, a Sequence Five carrying a level 0 sealed object, could repel such a person. Dunn could hardly imagine how powerful the divine envoy Aurora would send to Tingen was.
If we do not consider the ashes of the saint behind the Chanis Gate, and just look at the distribution comparison on paper, the other party alone can destroy all the official forces of the Tingen Night Church.
"The bishop and I originally wanted you to go to the nearby suburbs and look for opportunities to lure out the cultists in the southern continent," Dunn said slowly. "Now it seems that we need to send a new telegram to the church, and then use something else. The team members will deal with it."
"An extraordinary event happened near the suburbs?" Klein's voice was still a little dull.
Dunn nodded and said, "In the town of Ramde, the villagers said that there are always ghosts wandering around an abandoned castle. According to the reaction of the local priests, I am afraid it will take two or three members to carry the sealed artifact to deal with it."
Is it a large number, or are there powerful ghosts in the castle?
Klein frowned and thought for a moment, then proactively suggested:
"Captain, I can take over this mission... Just listen to me first."
He interrupted Dunn's words to dissuade him and analyzed carefully:
"I'm afraid that the Southern Continent doesn't want to kidnap me, nor does it want my life, otherwise he could have done it when Ince Zangwill ambushed me, and the town of Ramde is far away from the city, and the ghost is in the castle. There won't be too many people walking around nearby, and maybe we can really attract the people from the Southern Continent's cultists who are responsible for monitoring me."
"We don't necessarily have to confront them head-on."
After listening to Klein's words, Dunn, who was deep in thought, subconsciously grabbed the pipe and lit it again. His face was gradually buried in the white mist, and it took a while before he spoke again.
He took a deep look at Klein.
"Okay, I will consider it."
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Chapter 42 Portrait of Azik
When the afterglow of the sun dyed the spire of the town's church golden, the "Nighthawks" team carriage that circled around Daffodil Street finally arrived at Ramde, a suburban town about two hours away from Tingen.
This small town is located northwest of Tingen. Many buildings still retain the characteristics of the pre-steam era. There are almost no factories. It is the trading point of all nearby villages.
The carriage stopped opposite the only hotel in the town. Four "Nighthawks" wearing uniform black windbreakers stepped out one after another. As soon as they got off the car, they attracted the attention of nearby villagers.
Considering that the main purpose of this trip was to purify the resentful souls, Dunn specially obtained the "Mutated Sun Sacred Emblem" 3-0782, and generously signed a spell and demon-hunting bullets for each accompanying member. Reimbursement form.
Klein touched the sterling silver charms, standard bullets, matches, paper figurines and other strange equipment in his left and right pockets. He had never felt so fulfilled.
Although it is still not as rich as the "Mechanical Heart", it is the first time for our "Nighthawk" team... Klein looked around for a week, and finally his eyes fell on the man who had just been in the church in the same town. Dunn returned after the priest's conversation.
"Captain, is the abandoned castle with the resentful spirit close to the center of the town?"
They were now in the center of the town, and it was hard to imagine that there would be a resentful spirit lingering near the goddess's church.
"On the mountain, Priest Morris said that it only takes a quarter of an hour to walk from here to the abandoned castle on the mountain. It is said that the castle belongs to the lords who ruled here at the end of the Fourth Age. Their family's history can be traced back to the early days of Loen's founding. , but it was abandoned for some unknown reason."
"Let's go there now, just in time to avoid the strongest sunlight at noon, and then get rid of the resentful spirit."
At the end of the Fourth Age... Leonard, who was pulled over by the captain to top up his numbers to avoid the negative effects of 3-0782, retrieved the keywords and almost instinctively opened the Zoroastrian search engine built into his brain.
"Old man, do you have any impressions of this place?" He tapped the ball of light in his mind while he was dozing.
The old man who was disturbed during his nap time reluctantly opened his eyes and said angrily:
"Boy, I should have mentioned that my family belonged to the dukes in the Fourth Era, and I am the duke of the Solomon Empire. How could I know the little nobles of Loen?"
That's what he said, but Zoroastrian still scanned the surrounding environment honestly and was slightly vigilant.
Taking into account the factors of 0-08, any decision "Nighthawk" makes now may be a coincidence of the design of the unlucky pen, and maybe there really is something hidden in this castle.
"Leonard, Leonard?"
"I have no problem." Leonard, who was lost in chatting with his "cohabitant", responded. Then his attention was attracted by 3-0782 that the captain threw into his hand. He had no chance to think about it anymore and followed him honestly. He walked into the scorching sun with his companions.
They walked through the desolate thorn bushes, and as expected, they walked for a quarter of an hour before they saw the castle that was said to be haunted.
The old castle has been abandoned for who knows how many years. The collapsed outer wall can only be barely recognized based on the protrusion of more than ten centimeters on the ground. The part that still stands alone is almost completely covered by yellow and green vines. Although it is now It's autumn, but the temperature here is not like the outside temperature that rises due to the midday sun. Even if the four members of the "Nighthawks" team have just finished exercising under the sun, they can't help but feel a chill. Even before they get close to it, they are inspired by There was a touch, and I couldn't stop shivering.
"This is not haunted. This is simply a paradise for ghost nobles..." Leonard complained about the gloomy castle that seemed to be covered with a layer of veil.
"It is true that the spirit content here is very high, and there is also a strong necromantic aura," Frye rarely catered to Leonard's wisecracks, recognized it for a while, and continued, "But it should have appeared recently, according to Priest Morris Judging from the description of this castle, this is not normal."
Listening to Frye's words, Dunn and Klein, who were walking at the front, couldn't help but look at each other.
It's just not normal...
As a senior "gatekeeper", it is not easy for Ince Zangwill to create similar rumors about the castle.
In the eyes of both of them, the castle in front of them was almost tied to the defecting archbishop, becoming his new evidence of crime.
"Do you need divination?" Klein asked proactively.
Looking at the exposed spots on an exterior wall, Dunn glanced sideways at a new "Nighthawk" who was in a complicated situation, and said calmly:
"Need not."
He was worried that blind divination would cause unnecessary trouble.
Woohoo!
The three of them continued forward, passing through incomplete stables, wells and other things, ignoring the cold wind swirling around them. Their steps only paused for a moment before continuing forward with the support of the warm and pure warmth emanating from 3-0782.
They stepped on stacked stones through the collapsed outer wall and slowly entered the castle that had lost its gate, stepping on broken floor tiles.
Klein, who has a foundation in history, can easily identify that the stone pillars collapsed and the moss-covered castle hall has a strong aesthetic that combines the styles of the Fourth and Fifth Ages. However, the traces of the knife and axe are replaced by the gentle Pattern substitution, asymmetrical design only exists on a small part of the decoration.
They stopped in tacit agreement and stood in front of the hall, which was quite wide but had difficulty in lighting due to its narrow windows and high location. They each took out their best weapons.
Illusive but piercing roars rushed out from various gaps inside the hall. The rich black room shrouded a tall figure, wearing black armor that was not entirely Loen style. The exaggerated broad sword was stained with blood. The knight was looking at him. He wielded the broad sword with his iron-gloved right hand, his blood-red eyes brewing with deep pain and anger.
His eyes stayed on Klein for a second longer, and then he murmured and roared in a way that no one could understand, and charged at the "gangster" who had offended his father's territory.
Dunn, who was already prepared, quickly stepped back, jumped his legs, stepped on the half-remaining stone pillar and jumped up to the second floor, and opened his arms in the direction of the knight's running.
Leonard held the "Mutated Holy Emblem of the Sun" high in one hand and fired with a gun in the other, shooting silver bullets together with Klein. Frye was looking for a breakthrough in the environment that had been affected by the undead. He pulled down with both hands, many The spirit body controlled by the knight, hiding its body and trying to attack the "Nighthawk" fell from the air and hit the floor, unable to move.
"Right hand glove."
He backed away quickly, yelling as he rolled to avoid it.
The knight was raising the broadsword in his hand high and slashing at Leonard, hoping to break the sealed object that threatened his existence.
It's a pity that his mobility is far inferior to that of the nimble "magician". The almost extinguished match hit the knight's armor, and the orange-red flames quickly expanded along with the exploding sparks. A thin figure jumped out and pressed against the knight. The gap in his helmet is a shot.
The silver demon-hunting bullet effortlessly shattered half of the knight's head, and thick black mist burst out from the wound, along with almost substantial malice and a stronger aura of death.
The flickering silver demon-hunting bullet did not cause fatal damage to the resentful soul. The furious black knight turned his wrist and swung his sword upward, cutting a horizontal slice of orange. His attack was sharp and fast, but he could only miss it every time. He couldn't even catch the hem of "Magician's" clothes.
The black mist that exploded just now was captured by Frye because he had no clear instructions. It gradually melted under the illumination of the Holy Emblem in Leonard's hand. The pure and warm brilliance became brighter with the accumulation of time. This brilliance shone on the knight. On his body, even the armor he was staring at showed signs of dissolving.
Dunn, who was standing on the second floor, saw this scene and simply stopped chanting. He lowered his eyes and dragged the knight into the nightmare. He was sweeping the ground with his sword, slashing along the traces of flames to the flexible side of the stone pillar. Klein's knight took off and his movements stagnated. The broadsword in his hand fell heavily to the ground, and his iron-colored gloves were no longer protected.
Looking at this scene, Leonard, who had hardly contributed much, raised a smile and threw the Holy Emblem in his hand to Klein, who was having a good time. He watched the "magician" salute respectfully to the knight. Then the sealed object that was fatal to the opponent was stuffed into the gap between the gloves and the armor.
"No..." Under the half-broken helmet, the knight used the strength he didn't know where to break free from the shackles of the "nightmare" and regained consciousness.
His eyes were no longer filled with blood red, but showed brown. The fuzzy face with soft lines looked around the still dilapidated hall in pain. His head suddenly split into two completely different faces, one with a ferocious face and a scream. There was deep sorrow in his eyes, and his words were full of guilt.
"I'm sorry...Father..."
The steaming black mist quickly dissipated, taking the last traces of the knight's presence in this world to the land of death, and was removed from reality as he lived.
when!
With two crisp sounds, the "Mutated Holy Emblem of the Sun" and a black iron glove landed on the ground at the same time, with some frost condensing on the surface of the glove.
"Can this be considered a sealed artifact?" Klein asked Dunn curiously.
Dunn, who was walking down the broken half-moon staircase, was stunned for a moment and affirmed:
"That's right, and this resentful spirit has not yet reached the level of an evil spirit. It can fight and move because of the support of this sealed object. Its negative effects are not likely to be serious. It is probably the type that affects people's emotions and soul."
"At least up to the 'Psychic'." Frye quietly used his gloves to collect the armor fragments that had not dissipated with the knight, put them into the prepared wooden box, and added softly.
Then this is a Level 2 Sealed Artifact... He was about to pick up the gloves on the ground, but his inspiration was suddenly touched. He glanced around and saw a strong and powerful sound on the steps that divided the castle hall and restaurant. Illusive pain and filth called to him.
"There's something wrong there." Klein pointed in the direction that attracted him and said to Dunn. He handed both the gloves and 3-0782 to Leonard, who was curious about the large number of castle decorations.
He suspected that that was where the real manipulation had been done, and that there might be a greater danger hidden there.
Dunn, who was also very inspired, immediately looked over and calmly ordered:
"You do some divination first."
"I thought maybe we should look at that first."
Before Klein could untie the citrine pendulum wrapped around his wrist, Leonard crossed the two of them and pointed at a faded, ruined ancient painting in the corner of the living room not far from the steps.
It was an oil painting portrait. In the undamaged part, one could clearly see a middle-aged man wearing a white curly wig, his bronze skin, and the indescribable vicissitudes hidden in his eyes.
this! Isn't this Mr. Azik?
With the inspiration of Sequence Seven as a guarantee, Klein recognized it almost instantly. The person in the painting was the lecturer who was teaching him mystical knowledge two days ago - Azik Eggers.
His eyes gradually moved downward, and sure enough, he saw an unattractive black mole near the lobe of his right ear.
Mr. Azik once said that he often dreamed about his previous life, and just before the Ghost Knight dissipated, the person he called was his father...
I killed Mr. Azik's son!
Klein's back suddenly felt cold, and he felt a panic in his heart that he couldn't explain.
However, he quickly calmed down, and his facial expression did not reveal his inner turmoil due to his "clown" ability, allowing his companions to see the problem.
Mr. Azik's son has died a long time ago. I only purified his resentment and freed him, not murder.
"Is this a portrait of the former lord here? UU read www.uukanshu.net" Fry looked at the soft face similar to the knight just now, touched his chin and said, "Why does it appear here."
Normally, this kind of castle that has lost its real owner and is left unmaintained will soon be emptied of all valuable things by the surrounding residents, just like the masonry outside the castle that collapsed from the outer wall. .
"I'm afraid it was the resentful spirit that just moved out." Leonard irresponsibly gave his guess.
He walked to the portrait, carefully avoiding the steps that smelled of pain and filth, and took it back in front of everyone.
It seems that Captain and the others have never seen Mr. Azik... Klein breathed a sigh of relief.
"Leonard's guess makes sense, but I think I still need to divine the danger behind the steps first. What do you think, Captain?"
Klein tried to draw everyone's attention away from the portrait.
After getting Dunn's approval, he fell into a dream in front of his companions and divined what was behind the steps.
In the dream of nothingness, a long staircase emerges from the darkness, and every broken floor tile is filled with a cold and dirty feeling, like the traces left by undead creatures that often wander around.
In the dream, Klein, whose viewpoint was high in the "sky", glanced at these non-threatening details and cast his sight directly to the end of the passage. Penetrating through the lingering coldness and filth, he saw a place that was not very impressive. Large basement.
This place is not similar to the coldness in the passage, but the humidity is still there. There is a black coffin in the center with dark red nails on it.
The most important thing is that these dark red iron nails are arranged according to a ritual to prevent corpse transformation, and what is suppressed by them is a white skeleton missing the head and the armor of the right hand. It is the outside that has just dissipated. knight!
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Chapter 43 Rejection
"Captain, I'm afraid we need to go down there." Klein nodded to his companions behind him. "I don't see any danger, but the source of the corrupted aura is hidden there, and a requiem ceremony is needed."
Dunn, who nodded to indicate that he understood the situation, grabbed the "Mutated Holy Emblem of the Sun" in his hand, and walked quickly to the steps between the kitchen and the hall with Fry. With the help of the spirit body, he quickly found the opening passage. of organs.
Leonard held the iron glove left by the resentful soul, and Klein followed the captain obediently, walking down the corridor that was filled with cold and dirty atmosphere. Under the protection of the sunlight created by the sealed artifact, within a few moments, no one could see the fall. .
"Klein and I will go down. Leonard, you and Frye will watch the entrance and be alert." Looking around the dilapidated hall, Dunn used his rich experience to make a decision.
He is not worried about other evil spirits hiding in this castle, but is wary of people hiding behind it, such as Ince Zangwill, the Aurora Society or the Secret Order, evil spirits with unpredictable abilities from the Southern Continent. Believers.
With the dual blessing of 3-0782 and "Sleepless One"'s adaptability to darkness, the dark corridor became the best shelter for the two of them. Even though Klein did not have the same night vision ability as Dunn, with the blessing of spiritual vision , and can barely see the general situation clearly.
This staircase is not long. After about fourteen or five steps, the two of them saw the broken floor tiles. Looking forward, they found a black coffin that was exactly the same as the one Klein had seen in his dream. .
Dunn glanced around, raised the "Sacred Emblem of the Mutated Sun" in his hand higher, and then carefully observed the headless bones in the coffin, his deep gray eyes flashing with thought.
"There are no traces of the curse. The deceased probably died of poisoning. There are still residues of poisoning on his bones."
"Furthermore, the ritual used by the person who poisoned him to prevent him from turning into a corpse for revenge was only recently opened... Judging from the furnishings in this basement, I am afraid that it has been a thousand and thirty years since the death of the deceased. For more than a hundred years, this is the style of the late Fourth Age. The original lords of Ramd Town only lasted to the second generation?"
After hearing Klein's speculation, Dunn thought about it and shook his head.
"This is not the point. The furthest historical data that can be found in the town of Ramde does not exceed six hundred years. The problem is that the person who pried open the coffin and released the evil spirits may not simply want to guide us away from the urban area. To weaken our power, he or they probably really need the knight's body for some important ceremony."
"What ritual requires the skull of such a corpse?" Klein couldn't use his extraordinary knowledge to judge the murderer's motives.
"What is useful is not the skull, but the extraordinary characteristics that may be left in the skull." Dunn stared at the white skeleton in the coffin and exhaled with a heavy heart. "The gods of the Fourth Age walk on the earth, our church, the Church of Storms. Pasu Island, etc., were all the terrestrial kingdoms of gods in the past Fourth Age. In that era, it was common for the lords to be powerful Extraordinaries, and the children of these powerful Extraordinaries often inherited part of their parents."
"Considering the type of ritual, the characteristics that this skull may contain range from less than one Sequence Nine to medium Sequence Nine."
"Why not a demigod?"
Thinking of Mr. Azik's life of at least 1,400 years, Klein believes that he should be above demigods. At least no normal demigods can live for such a long time. He has already mentioned the status of his teacher. The position is equal to that of Ambrosius, and the possibility that the heir of such a being will inherit the status of a demigod is also quite high.
"Demigod?" Dunn was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but laugh, "Even if it loses its extraordinary characteristics as a source of power, the resentful soul maliciously bred by a demigod is enough to kill all of us without knowing it. It can be seen from the iron glove in Leonard's hand that the level of this lord's descendant is around Sequence 5 or 6, and he prefers the path of negative power."
Dunn stretched out his left hand and bent one finger for each noun.
"'Sleepless One', 'Corpse Collector', I guess it's between the two."
It happens to include the path of Ince Zangwill... In other words, Mr. Azik is most likely an angel of the "Corpse Collector" path?
Klein took a breath of cold air and felt that the environment that was originally warmed by the "mutated holy symbol of the sun" became unacceptably cold.
"I guess it's 'The Body Collector'."
Faced with the team members' speculation, Dunn remained silent and instead raised another headache that troubled him.
"In the original plan, I wanted to start with ritual magic to see if I could find any traces, but the traces on the neck of the corpse showed that opening the coffin seemed to be long before you became an extraordinary person. In other words, the aurora will wait for the evil spirits in the southern continent. The possibility of the cultists taking action is almost non-existent. When we go up and replace Fry and check again, we may be able to make new discoveries."
...
As Klein expected, the follow-up investigation did not go smoothly. Even Fry, a professional "gravedigger," could not find useful details in a looted tomb. As the sun went down, "Night Watch" The "users" can no longer resist the negative effects of the sealed objects, and can only use them in turns to prevent the guests in the hotel in Ramd Town from all turning into devout believers who only "praise the sun" when they wake up.
As the "Nighthawk most loved by cultists and traitors", Klein was thoughtfully arranged by Dunn to stay in the hotel and was not responsible for any additional actions.
He was sitting at the hotel's loose wooden table, with crimson water waves floating above his head in the clouds, causing the entire sky to lose the tranquility of the night.
It's a nice day today, and the moon is surprisingly conspicuous.
Under the gaze of the crescent moon, Klein walked to the bed in the middle of the room. After calculating the direction he would fall after losing consciousness, he no longer hesitated, walked four steps backward, and crossed over the gray fog.
He walked through the majestic palace. The ancient and mottled bronze long table and the seats corresponding to the twenty-two sequences had not changed at all, and there was no other figure except him.
In front of the top seat, the "mysterious" holy scripture and Roman Ambrosius's diary were still lying on the table. Klein's eyes swept across it, and his inspiration suddenly flashed with a subtle fluctuation.
Azik Eggers... Eggers...
He seems to have seen this surname somewhere!
It was not in the "Nighthawk" information. He was sure that there was no similar content in the "Nighthawk" area information in Ahowa County.
Eggers is related to the Southern Continent, so it can't be related to the "Secret"... Klein immediately frowned and hurriedly opened the table of contents of the Holy Book.
With a strong sense of discomfort caused by his fate being entangled, he first checked the part that recorded the angels and saints under the "Mysterious" seat. After confirming that there was no surname Eggers, he breathed a subtle sigh of relief, and then looked again. The part about the crusade started.
Finally, in the fourth era part, several paragraphs mentioned the keywords he wanted.
The "God of Death" fell, the Creator liberated the eastern part of the Byron Empire, which was oppressed by the Eggers family, and the Second Empire of Trunsoest was established.
Combining the text before and after, and comparing it with Trunsoest's positioning, Klein easily came to a conclusion that made his brain explode.
The Eggers family is the ruler of the Balam Empire, the son of the "God of Death".
All people with the surname Eggers are the descendants of the "God of Death"...Klein cannot reconcile the "God of Death" who created the "Pale Disaster" that almost dragged half of the northern continent's life into the River Styx. of Mr. Azik.
It's almost like the day I discovered from a textbook that my neighbor's uncle was the son of the German Führer.
What a hell joke!
Klein slumped in his seat, staring at the sky, dull and confused.
He was a little confused about how many "surprises" the world had hidden for him.
If Mr. Azik is a descendant of the "God of Death" and has a close blood relationship, how come the church never discovered it and allowed him to wander around the Northern Continent?
He has experienced about thirty lives from the end of the Fourth Age to the present. It can be seen from the old castle in the town of Ramd that he has never used the surname Eggers before. It was only in this recent life that he lived. Change your last name back?
And the memory has not been restored at all, so why do you stay in Tingen?
Are...waiting for me?
Or "mysterious"?
All kinds of serious problems were placed in front of Klein, so he had to cheer up, pull his back off the chair, and manifest a pen and paper.
"Secret" said that he and I were both prisoners captured by the gray mist, but before I traveled through time, no one knew the specific details except for him who might have had a premonition, just like Roselle, so it was planned by someone. "It's all figured out." About the time when "Mysterious" revived, he guided Mr. Azik, who was wandering in the northern continent, to change his original surname, or even his original name, to attract the attention of "Mysterious", like a zero-level seal like 0-08 Things will appear in...
Klein was stunned.
Yes, he and Leonard had guessed Ince Zangwill before, so how could he ignore the existence of 0-08?
And before the captain mentioned it, this piece of information seemed to have disappeared from his mind, perfectly avoiding the thinking phase.
Who has tampered with my memory?
Klein immediately picked up his pen and wrote seriously:
"My memory has been tampered with."
Immediately afterwards, he took off the citrine pendant in his left cuff and performed a spiritual divination.
According to the information on "Nighthawks", the "audience" of Sequence Seven has mastered similar abilities, which is not impossible.
The pendulum rotated slowly, and Klein watched as it moved counterclockwise step by step after being infected by the aura of gray mist after a brief period of confusion and hesitation.
Someone indeed modified his memory, and his character is not up to par...
0-08Ability to influence people's thoughts?
Shocked, Klein, who always followed his heart, made two more fortune tellings.
"Mr. Azik's presence in Tingen is a coincidence."
"The consequences of his concealing Mr. Azik's true identity."
The results of these two questions were quickly solved with the help of Gray Fog. The first answer was - coincidence, while the second answer was presented in the form of a picture.
Klein saw a Northern Continental man who looked similar to himself before crossing, standing on the cliff of the island. There were thick iron-gray cumulus clouds above his head. The lightning forest lit up the world. He was facing off against monsters with oily feathers and mountain-like mountains. Fighting with deformed arms.
As for Azik, standing next to the northern continent man, his temperament was completely different from now. He had a twisted figure that exuded a high-ranking aura. The cold wind swirled under him, and his white wings fanned pale flames, splitting the entire island in two. It blocks the tide and pollution for the residential buildings behind it.
The picture was broken and reorganized. Azik, who had just been respected like an emperor, was kneeling on the ground. Behind him was the mausoleum shrouded in darkness. Klein could only see a small patch of ground near Azik. The rest of his field of vision was blocked by unknown sources. Black occlusion.
The teacher crawling on the ground had a distorted expression, as if he was saying something, and something was forced to leave his body, and he suddenly collapsed.
In general, concealing Mr. Azik's identity will not bring fatal risks to me... Klein exited the dream, stared at the gray and boundless fog again, and a thought arose in his heart.
Mr. Azik has a close relationship with the fallen "God of Death" and is suspected to have the personality of an angel. Although he does not know his original personality, before recovering his memory, he inferred from Klein's impression of Azik Eggers that If he knew that his son was brutally poisoned and would be restless after his death, he would definitely hunt down the murderer, even to the ends of the earth.
Ince Zangwill...this may be an oversight on your part.
But there is still a problem at hand, that is, I cannot guarantee that my memory will not be affected by Ince Zangwill again after leaving the gray fog. UU Reading www.uukansｈhu.ｎ And judging from the last result, 0-08 I'm afraid the ability doesn't need to be in person to take effect. It can affect the target even from a long distance away... Klein looked around and waved to summon some sheepskins stored behind the high-backed chair at the top. Paper.
He turned over the written part of the parchment and wrote down his rough guess today on the back of Roselle's diary.
He couldn't keep the items that appeared on the gray mist for a long time, so it was safer to use the entities obtained by accepting sacrifices.
After doing all this, he made a divination about his future after leaving the gray fog, and then placed the paper with the reminder in the most conspicuous position.
But before he could leave the gray mist, he discovered that the dark red stars that had been quiet for a long time were shrinking and expanding again, and they were not the ones labeled "Mysterious".
Sure enough, after spreading the spiritual touch, he saw a tall young man in black tights, praying painfully to the gods to save his parents, and saw more buildings with a rather simple style.
He prayed over and over again to the "God of Mysteries" and the Creator to lower his sight, his voice ranging from dry to hoarse.
Perhaps because of his unfortunate fate, Klein fell into deep entanglement under the young man's devout prayers.
The other person is in a "land abandoned by gods" and prays to the gods to eradicate the pollution accumulated on his parents for many years... I don't have any means to eradicate or even reduce the pollution... In response to his prayer, I It means the identity is exposed...
Sorry... Klein looked away and waved his hand heavily. The boy's suffering disappeared into the gray mist along with the dilapidated scene in the darkness of the "Land Abandoned by God", just like it had been for more than two thousand years. Come to the northern continent for neglecting them.
Again he refused the prayer.
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Chapter 44 Pure White Angel
Back to reality, Klein was not relieved because he no longer had to hear the boy's prayers. On the contrary, he could no longer enjoy the peaceful beauty of the night with peace of mind. He would always see boundless darkness and pain when his mind finally relaxed. The screaming boy.
It's not that he hasn't thought about admonishing himself... He is a believer in "Mystery" and the true Creator. The suffering in "The Land Abandoned by God" is not caused by him. The true God who is above and has the ability to reverse the rules of the world does not. I would like to extend my sympathizing branches, why should you, a small Sequence Seven, bother me... But that memory is like magic, constantly attacking the softest part of his heart, and the rich guilt is like a reef on the seabed. , punctured the ship named conscience.
Thinking about it over and over again, in the end Klein felt like he was screwed.
The early morning light peeked from the horizon, waking up the sleeping classical town. After a night of ideological struggle, Klein, who only slept for three hours, adjusted his expression and went downstairs to replace the captain and Leonard who were on duty at night. .
In front of the carriage belonging to the "Nighthawks", Dunn, who had some dew on his clothes, was rubbing his temples. As for Leonard, he hid aside early, trying to listen to the morning chants from the church to relieve his mental stress. exhausted.
"Good morning, captain, is there anything wrong?" Klein said straight to the point.
"Nothing unusual." Dunn pointed out.
In other words, the captain did not discover that there were other extraordinary powers in the town... Klein was relieved and breathed a sigh of relief.
"When will we go back?"
"Fry is making the final handover with the priest in the town. He can leave in an hour. Before that, you will need to guard 3-0782 for a while." Dunn continued to rub his forehead and said softly, "I It will take some time for Leonard and Leonard to ease the impact of 3-0782."
"Okay." Klein obeyed, took the sealed artifact, and followed the direction Dunn pointed towards the edge of the town.
It was in the opposite direction to the castle. It was a forest-covered countryside. It wasn't too hot at this time, and it wasn't close to the wheat fields produced by the town residents.
The warm and genial light is like ripples, spreading outward layer by layer. Different from the sunlight shining in the sky, this light has a pure taste, constantly washing away the spirituality in Klein's body, removing impurities, leaving purity, making him The whole person's senses are sharpened to a new level.
If there are no negative effects, you can use 3-0782 as an aid to improve your reconnaissance methods when you are out on the road. Unfortunately, the price is that long-term carrying will turn people into fools who only praise the sun. As expected, sealed objects have a pitiful side. This is also The essence of extraordinary characteristics... On the way, Klein checked the status of the talisman and the revolver again. Seeing that there was no one around, he simply sat down next to a sparse and deserted forest.
There are no living people or creatures with higher gnosis within dozens of meters. Klein also raised the spiritual wall very carefully, so that even if someone comes close, he will be able to find him immediately and drive them away.
3-0782 - "Mutated Holy Emblem of the Sun", a level 3 sealed object corresponding to the solar domain... Klein, who was sitting on a stone, was thinking, and cast his gaze on the palm of his hand.
According to the "Nighthawks" internal rating rules for sealed objects, the level of this sealed object will not exceed Sequence Seven, and its purification level is limited.
But last time it dealt with the high-level witch's black flames, it worked well. Is it because the high-level witch herself didn't come?
Perhaps because he had been troubled by the cruel environment of the "Gods Abandoned Land" all night, Klein gradually had the idea of exploring.
The essence of sacrifice and granting rituals is the granting of power, and they are not necessarily used only for the exchange of items. They are often a common method used by gods to bring down power and miracles through ritual channels... What if it is a sealed object? ?
After the power of the sealed object is guided, can it also pass through the channel established by the bestowing ceremony?
The more Klein looked at the Holy Emblem that was emitting light and heat in his hand, the more he couldn't stop thinking like this. He simply got up and walked a few steps toward a more secret place in the woods. He walked four steps backwards behind a tree as thick as a person. , entering above the gray fog again.
He did not bring 3-0782 into the gray fog. First, he was not sure whether it would have any additional impact. Second, he could not guarantee whether his teammates would be looking for him during the period of his attempt.
As long as his inspiration is touched, he can return to reality at any time, but items sacrificed to the gray mist cannot.
It would be hard to explain at that time. Even if he could use a reasonable excuse, Klein didn't want to be charged with negligence for losing important items from the church.
At the top of the magnificent palace, he first glanced at the reminder he had written, and then tried to manifest the sealed object left in reality.
Divination requires clues, not necessarily direct evidence.
It felt quite real... He picked up 3-0782 that appeared out of thin air and weighed it. He felt that the shape and touch were the same as the outside world.
Taking out the pendulum and the necessary pen and paper, he divined:
"The power of Sealed Artifact 3-0782 can affect the outside world through the passage of the granting ceremony."
The gray dream world enveloped his thoughts as he leaned back. A drop of golden, bright, and warm liquid floated in front of Klein's eyes. It precipitated from the broken holy symbol and quickly swept away all the nearby shadows. , creating a realm without darkness.
Immediately afterwards, the blazing flames rotated and condensed around the liquid, flowing to the outside world.
When Klein saw this, his dream was shattered by the hot breath, and he woke up with shock and astonishment.
Is there something else hidden in 3-0782?
He was certain that even if the extraordinary characteristics were presented in a different manner for each sequence and each pathway, they would not be in the form of liquid droplets similar to potions, at least not in the middle and low sequences.
What is that drop of golden liquid?
He remembered that when he and "Mechanical Heart" were jointly operating some time ago, he heard the captain of "Mechanical Heart" who was willing to teach his juniors, saying that the difference between extraordinary items and sealed objects lies in whether they contain extraordinary characteristics.
It has been decades since 3-0782 was contained. Even if the drop of golden liquid is a high-level spiritual material, all extraordinary things should have been consumed by the long loss of time.
This is why 3-0782 can fight against high-level witches. Is it related to high-level power?
With the idea of testing, Klein stretched out his hand to attract the gray fog around him, imitating the "secret" look, closed his five fingers, and crushed his own projection with force.
Snap.
A strong scalding heat burned his palms, but the sudden pain only made Klein more convinced of his guess.
As he thought, 3-0782 is indeed related to high sequence!
He pursed his lips excitedly and wrote down a new divination sentence.
"The origin of this drop of golden liquid."
As the divination sentence was repeated over and over again, by the seventh time, Klein's eyes were completely covered in black, like a bottomless lake, sucking him into the dream created by meditation.
The gray and fragmented dream appeared again, but this time, what caught Klein's eyes was not the golden water droplets he expected, but a dazzling and exaggerated sun!
The giant star occupies the entire dream space, and is even trying to break through the gray blockade step by step, transporting heat outward.
Klein suspected that if the gray mist hadn't protected him, he might have been vaporized by the high temperature on the sun's surface and turned into a speck of dust in his dream when he saw this scene.
He was out of luck... He panicked and wanted to end the divination, but found that he had been captured by the sun.
The gravity generated by the inestimable mass is not only physical, but also reflected in the mystical level.
I don't know if it was an illusion, but he suddenly felt that the sun that was trying to break through the blockade had a faint tendency to shrink, and the surface that was erupting with flares also became calmer, like an eyeball that had become spiritual and looked at him.
The sun looked at him arrogantly, and then a low hum came across countless voids, completely detonating the current balance. The pure bright light ignited everything, burning the spirituality, and the golden and scorching waves crazily outwards. Sweeping.
Even though there was a layer of gray mist between them, Klein was still blown out of his dreamland by the explosion. His brain under his scalp was completely boiling, and vaporized blood gushes out from his seven orifices. If his body hadn't been protected by the gray mist, he probably wouldn't have been able to escape it along with his internal organs. Destroyed by high temperatures.
The space above the gray fog shook violently, and the majestic palace collapsed inch by inch. The simple long bronze table was turned into molten iron in a moment, and the floor tiles that were usually hidden under the fog were boiled to pieces. Even the pillars supporting the sky of the galaxy were shattered. Unable to survive, it broke in the middle and was about to hit Klein, who was lying on the seat and twitching.
Alas...a faint sigh broke the scene of disaster.
The translucent "God of Mystery" was suspended above Klein's head. He didn't even look at the "Magician" who was burned into a pile of roasted worms. He gently raised his palm, and the gray mist that had just been chased by the heat wave and flames immediately stopped. Escape, set off a big wave, rush towards the palace lit by flames, like tentacles, righting the collapsed walls and pillars, the melted long table and the ground also returned to their original state as if going back in time, everything destroyed by the sun The traces were left only on Klein.
The transparent "spirit worm" squirmed in and out under the burned-out skin. The "God of Mystery" looked at it for a while, and the illusory figure completely blended into the background.
ah!
The golden flame on Klein's body finally went out, and the vaporized blood surged back into his body. He screamed and struggled and rolled from his seat until his thinking ability initially returned.
The "magician" who had narrowly escaped death was breathing heavily, with uncontrollable panic and confusion in his eyes. When his breathing stabilized a little, he raised his head and looked around, and found that the palace and long tables around him were not damaged, which was different from his last impression. , his face couldn't help but twitch.
This guy "Secret" even refused to help him recover.
However, he didn't worry too much about this. Anyway, in his opinion, having less to do with the "secret" where the details were unknown meant more victory.
"But what is going on? My divination directly points to a certain great existence? Does 3-0782 not only contain high-sequence power, but also comes from the most powerful ones?"
Klein recalled the last humanized sun that cast his gaze. His legs couldn't help but tremble. The more he thought about it, the more he became afraid.
He seemed to be...looking straight into the "Eternal Burning Sun"!
Although this was not the first time he looked directly at the gods, not to mention the "secretness", when he swore to the goddess with the sacred object in front of Deacon Crestel Sesima, he clearly felt the goddess's eyes on him, and even A little power was reduced, but that power was not reflected at all later.
He has always guessed that the "secret" helped him suppress it deep in the spiritual body to prevent the biggest problem of the soul from being noticed.
"I am now certain that 3-0782 can help me solve the prayer from the 'Forsaken Land'." Klein said with a bitter self-deprecating smile.
The top power of the "sun" path can definitely purify all pollution.
He raised his hand and rubbed his temples to relieve the pain, and at the same time, his expression gradually became weirder.
Where did this knowledge come from?
The moment he looked at the "Eternal Blazing Sun" just now, he seemed to see knowledge written in abstract symbols on the other person.
This master likes to write his secrets on his body?
This is too... Klein immediately started writing, and in the empty space at the back of Roselle's diary, he filled up the hastily written down knowledge.
1. "Pure spirit is the best nursery for the revival of consciousness."
2. Pure white angel.
3. The making techniques of "Sun Flame Spell"...
4. The "God of Mystery" is dead.
5. Very hostile to the Lord of Storms and the God of Knowledge and Wisdom.
...
When Klein finished writing the incomplete formula for "The Dark One", he stopped writing in confusion.
The fourth item on the parchment seemed to appear on the "body surface" when the other person looked at him, and was a judgment made at that time.
Does this mean that UU Reading www. uukanshu.net "Eternal Fierce Sun" or a bold guess that all the knowledge acquired by the gods will be displayed on the body through those weird patterns, and can it be updated in real time?
Although it hurts, the gain is great... Klein did not dare to manifest the divine blood of the "Eternal Blazing Sun" this time. He just stared at the boundless gray fog and thought.
Judging from the knowledge written on the body of "Eternal Blazing Sun", I must bring 3-0782 into the gray mist, or use a ritual to extract the power from the divine blood in order to pass the bestowing ritual and purify those who have been tortured by pollution in prayer.
As for the remaining recipes of the "Singer" path, conservative estimates suggest that this knowledge could be sold for at least ten thousand pounds.
He calculated it according to the church's pension payment system.
Based on the previous transaction between "The Hanged Man" and "Justice", he discovered that the Church's pension for Sequence Nine corresponds to the price of the Sequence Nine potion, and the higher the level, the pension will increase accordingly.
Calculated in this way, the amount of Sequences 7 to 9 alone is six thousand pounds. Even if this calculation method is not accurate, he is sure that the formulas of Sequences 9 to 5 will not be much lower than the price of the potion.
Even though 3-0782 has been in Tingen for so many years, it has not been discovered that there is a drop of the divine blood of the "Eternal Blazing Sun" hidden in it. Moreover, the gap should not be left intentionally. No one has discovered it. If the higher-ups of the church are aware of it, , items related to the true gods of neighboring countries like this will definitely be guarded at the highest level.
Thinking on the bright side, no one knows, which means that such a high-sequence variable will not appear in the information possessed by Ince Zangwill and the cultists in the southern continent. I discovered this on the gray fog. Even at 0-08, he shouldn't be able to see through the protection of the gray mist... Klein's thoughts were racing and he returned to the real world.
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