On the mountain outside Baiyam City, a forest lost all its vitality and was buried most of the collapsed rock walls.
A tall and burly middle-aged man with dark blue and thick hair stood in the air in a storm priest's robe, looking down below, with obvious anger hidden in his eyes.
He is the cardinal of the Storm Church, the Archbishop of the Rosdes, the Senior Deacon of the Punisher, and the Neptune Yarn Cotterman.
At this moment, there was still the scene of the battle just now in Courtman's mind, remembering the exit of each participant:
The angel of the Rose School used some method to convey power from a distance. After the failure of his purpose, He took away his seriously injured companion more easily. No one wanted to leave him. Except for the weird monster that emerged from nowhere, Yarn Courtman remembered clearly that when the angel retracted his arm, the dark and sticky surface had already sparse white feathers. They grew from the head of the skeleton's head, from three-dimensional eyes, from various unthinkable places. All this originated only from the angel of the Rose School avoiding the gloves with the breath of the real Creator and crushed a seemingly ordinary copper whistle with some strength;
After entangled the angel for a while, the evil and strange creatures in the spiritual world voluntarily retreated into the depths of the spiritual world, making it impossible for Yarn Courtman to catch up;
The Aurora Saint who opened the teleportation door did not participate in the battle. After watching in confusion for a while, he picked up the glove with the breath of the real Creator, and opened the door and left again before the battle ended;
The strange monster that came from the copper whistle had no fixed form, just like the evolution of death itself. He was like fog, filling around, but with many white feathers with pale yellow stains. His goal was very clear, that was the angel of the Rose School. After the other party escaped, He also disappeared at the scene, as if chasing the other party. But even so, Yan Cotterman, who had already flew to this area with a seal from the city at that time, still felt instinctively uncomfortable, just as he had suddenly advanced for a long time on the long journey to death;
The only one without divinity escaped from this area before Yarn Courtman arrived and could not be found later.
Yen Courtman recognized him, though.
An adventurer who can kill Sequence 5 Apostle of Desire is qualified to place his materials on Aquaman's table!
Although this is the less valued type, Yan Courtman, who has experienced the sequence of Navigator, still remembers the corresponding content.
His eyes were set on the cliff, looking at the waves that kept hitting the island below, and whispered a name:
German Sparo!
……
I don’t know which desert island it is located in, Klein and Azk quickly outlined on the edge of the beach.
Klein was about to speak, but Azk's brown eyes, wearing formal clothes and top hat, suddenly became deep, as if connected to a dead and dark world.
He grabbed his right hand out of thin air, and all the incomplete white feathers flew out, kneaded into a ball, and fell into his palm.
Azk just grabbed the strange feathers and disappeared, as if they had become the food of the dead world in his eyes.
Mr. Azk, this is brought by the bronze whistle of the Spirit Cult!Klein first pointed out the facts, and then explained in detail that the situation was a bit critical at that time. In order to make the situation even more chaotic, I blew the copper whistle and gave the corresponding feather to the messenger. Then, the feeling of the coming of the underworld appeared.I didn't stop and left the scene quickly, but these feathers still grew on my body.
Azk, who had soft facial features, nodded gently and said:
I could sense it very far away.
It should not be a normal high-sequence extraordinary person, and I suspect it is a side product of the Artificial Death Project of the Spirit Cult.
In this way, Ah...so he successfully held back the angel of the Rose School?Klein thought with a little gratitude.
Azk glanced around and continued:
I still have things to be busy with, which can revive more memories.
When all that is over, I will come to you again and get the ring left by the ancient god of death. My premonition tells me that it may take me to the Furious Sea, or the Southern Continent.
Next, you'd better go to metropolis like Beckland and Trier. In those places, the Rose School can mobilize very limited power and dare not act recklessly. Of course, the best choice is the headquarters of major churches such as Passu Island, but this will bring other dangers.
Azk made a last joke, just like a normal gentleman of Ruen.This life experience seems to have impressed him the most. No matter how much memory has been restored, there are obvious traces left.
When keeping memories, decades of time have no great influence on thousands of years, but starting from the state of forgetting everything, twenty or thirty years are enough to reshape a person... When Mr. Azke completely restores his memory, will his experiences with different lives lead to different personalities?
It's a profound question. After that, Miss Justice needs to think about it and ask the Psychological Alchemy... While Klein thought about it, he saw that Mr. Azke did not investigate the conflicts between him and the Rose School, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief and asked:
Mr. Azke, what do you know about the ‘Mother Tree of Desire’?
Azk shook his head:
I didn't even know His existence before seeing the letter you sent.
Don't know the mother tree of desire?Klein was stunned for a moment and asked:
What about the ‘God of Bound’?
Azk shook his head again and sighed and said with a smile:
In ancient times, He or they might have had another name.
Yet, Mr. Azk began a life cycle of losing memory at the end of the Quaternary period to retrieve memory, wandering in the Northern Continent, while the Rose School was born in the Southern Continent in the early Fifth Period... Klein nodded and did not ask any more questions. Azk was still busy with things. After giving a few more instructions, he took him through the spiritual world again and came to somewhere on the east coast of the Northern Continent, and threw him on the beach.
Seeing that Mr. Azke had gone away, Klein looked at the sea water that kept rushing to the shore for a few seconds, and did not rush to the nearby city. He directly found an unmanned cave, arranged a simple ceremony, created a spiritual wall, and sacrificed the wriggling hunger, the death knives revolver, the Azke bronze whistle, the Travels of Grossel and the soil stained with Seniore's blood to the grey fog.
Then, he walked four steps back and entered the mysterious space, sat down to the position of the fool, and took the metal bottle before.
Because it was stored on the gray fog, the remaining blood in the vial did not coagulate, Klein, who had put on gloves and stuffed other items, poured out a few drops and applied them to the dark brown cover of "Grossel's Travels".
Huh...Why didn't a new story be started after the new character joins? Starting from scratch...Klein suddenly had a question as he looked at the book without changing his name.
Before he could think, what he saw in front of him was already blurred, and there seemed to be countless transparent creatures hidden around him.
Everything quickly became clear and Klein found himself sitting on a long wooden chair on the street.
This is where he left before.
Is this the archive reading function?Klein joked in his heart, took out the soil stained with Seniore's blood, broke a branch casually, and tried to start divination.
According to the results obtained, he left the city, entered the nearby forest, and found the Blood General who was still in a coma on the edge of a stream.
At this time, it was only ten minutes after the previous battle!
The exaggerated wounds on Seniore's neck, chest and abdomen have already contracted significantly, and it seems that they have recovered a lot. Such vitality is not as good as humans.
In another quarter or two, this blood general should be able to wake up, and in another one or two hours, he can restore his normal ability to move.
This is the living zombie, this is the resentful soul!
Originally you had the chance to be rescued by the angels and demigods of your organization, but the blood happened to splash into "Grossell's Travels", making you a prisoner of this book, giving me time to deal with it calmly... Of course, this allowed you to avoid the aftermath of the demigod battle, and did not die on the spot. I don't know whether it was lucky or unlucky... Cline muttered and observed, holding the death knives in one hand, and leaning towards Seniore's neck with the other, and taking off the necklace made of sterling silver.
The necklace has a pendant of the same color similar to an ancient coins. The front and back are covered with mysterious patterns and symbolic symbols, and is engraved with an ancient Hemis inscription:
How lucky you are now, how unlucky you will be afterwards.
This is the magical item that enhances luck by blood?
Unfortunately, even the demigod couldn't make me even more lucky, and it probably wouldn't work... Go back and sell it for money, or ask the messenger lady to see if she could use it to pay the bill... Klein didn't rush to put away the necklace and put it directly on the stone next to her.
He is afraid that there will be unknown negative effects and will affect his next operations.
Then, Klein focused on manipulating the thread of the blood-like body.
He wants to make his first long-term puppet to summarize the playing rules of the Secret Master.
And there is no puppet that is easier to carry with you than a resentful soul!
In just one second, two seconds, three seconds, and only ten seconds, Klein completed the initial control.
Seniore's spiritual intuition had a dangerous premonition and his body struggled significantly, but he was unable to wake up due to serious injuries and astringency.
Time passed by minute by minute, and in the fourth minute, Klein breathed a sigh of relief without any concealment.
At this time, the blood general Seniore opened his eyes, turned over and stood up, faced him, and saluted with his chest in a coordinated manner:
Good morning, sir, do I have anything to serve you?
A tall and burly middle-aged man with dark blue and thick hair stood in the air in a storm priest's robe, looking down below, with obvious anger hidden in his eyes.
He is the cardinal of the Storm Church, the Archbishop of the Rosdes, the Senior Deacon of the Punisher, and the Neptune Yarn Cotterman.
At this moment, there was still the scene of the battle just now in Courtman's mind, remembering the exit of each participant:
The angel of the Rose School used some method to convey power from a distance. After the failure of his purpose, He took away his seriously injured companion more easily. No one wanted to leave him. Except for the weird monster that emerged from nowhere, Yarn Courtman remembered clearly that when the angel retracted his arm, the dark and sticky surface had already sparse white feathers. They grew from the head of the skeleton's head, from three-dimensional eyes, from various unthinkable places. All this originated only from the angel of the Rose School avoiding the gloves with the breath of the real Creator and crushed a seemingly ordinary copper whistle with some strength;
After entangled the angel for a while, the evil and strange creatures in the spiritual world voluntarily retreated into the depths of the spiritual world, making it impossible for Yarn Courtman to catch up;
The Aurora Saint who opened the teleportation door did not participate in the battle. After watching in confusion for a while, he picked up the glove with the breath of the real Creator, and opened the door and left again before the battle ended;
The strange monster that came from the copper whistle had no fixed form, just like the evolution of death itself. He was like fog, filling around, but with many white feathers with pale yellow stains. His goal was very clear, that was the angel of the Rose School. After the other party escaped, He also disappeared at the scene, as if chasing the other party. But even so, Yan Cotterman, who had already flew to this area with a seal from the city at that time, still felt instinctively uncomfortable, just as he had suddenly advanced for a long time on the long journey to death;
The only one without divinity escaped from this area before Yarn Courtman arrived and could not be found later.
Yen Courtman recognized him, though.
An adventurer who can kill Sequence 5 Apostle of Desire is qualified to place his materials on Aquaman's table!
Although this is the less valued type, Yan Courtman, who has experienced the sequence of Navigator, still remembers the corresponding content.
His eyes were set on the cliff, looking at the waves that kept hitting the island below, and whispered a name:
German Sparo!
……
I don’t know which desert island it is located in, Klein and Azk quickly outlined on the edge of the beach.
Klein was about to speak, but Azk's brown eyes, wearing formal clothes and top hat, suddenly became deep, as if connected to a dead and dark world.
He grabbed his right hand out of thin air, and all the incomplete white feathers flew out, kneaded into a ball, and fell into his palm.
Azk just grabbed the strange feathers and disappeared, as if they had become the food of the dead world in his eyes.
Mr. Azk, this is brought by the bronze whistle of the Spirit Cult!Klein first pointed out the facts, and then explained in detail that the situation was a bit critical at that time. In order to make the situation even more chaotic, I blew the copper whistle and gave the corresponding feather to the messenger. Then, the feeling of the coming of the underworld appeared.I didn't stop and left the scene quickly, but these feathers still grew on my body.
Azk, who had soft facial features, nodded gently and said:
I could sense it very far away.
It should not be a normal high-sequence extraordinary person, and I suspect it is a side product of the Artificial Death Project of the Spirit Cult.
In this way, Ah...so he successfully held back the angel of the Rose School?Klein thought with a little gratitude.
Azk glanced around and continued:
I still have things to be busy with, which can revive more memories.
When all that is over, I will come to you again and get the ring left by the ancient god of death. My premonition tells me that it may take me to the Furious Sea, or the Southern Continent.
Next, you'd better go to metropolis like Beckland and Trier. In those places, the Rose School can mobilize very limited power and dare not act recklessly. Of course, the best choice is the headquarters of major churches such as Passu Island, but this will bring other dangers.
Azk made a last joke, just like a normal gentleman of Ruen.This life experience seems to have impressed him the most. No matter how much memory has been restored, there are obvious traces left.
When keeping memories, decades of time have no great influence on thousands of years, but starting from the state of forgetting everything, twenty or thirty years are enough to reshape a person... When Mr. Azke completely restores his memory, will his experiences with different lives lead to different personalities?
It's a profound question. After that, Miss Justice needs to think about it and ask the Psychological Alchemy... While Klein thought about it, he saw that Mr. Azke did not investigate the conflicts between him and the Rose School, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief and asked:
Mr. Azke, what do you know about the ‘Mother Tree of Desire’?
Azk shook his head:
I didn't even know His existence before seeing the letter you sent.
Don't know the mother tree of desire?Klein was stunned for a moment and asked:
What about the ‘God of Bound’?
Azk shook his head again and sighed and said with a smile:
In ancient times, He or they might have had another name.
Yet, Mr. Azk began a life cycle of losing memory at the end of the Quaternary period to retrieve memory, wandering in the Northern Continent, while the Rose School was born in the Southern Continent in the early Fifth Period... Klein nodded and did not ask any more questions. Azk was still busy with things. After giving a few more instructions, he took him through the spiritual world again and came to somewhere on the east coast of the Northern Continent, and threw him on the beach.
Seeing that Mr. Azke had gone away, Klein looked at the sea water that kept rushing to the shore for a few seconds, and did not rush to the nearby city. He directly found an unmanned cave, arranged a simple ceremony, created a spiritual wall, and sacrificed the wriggling hunger, the death knives revolver, the Azke bronze whistle, the Travels of Grossel and the soil stained with Seniore's blood to the grey fog.
Then, he walked four steps back and entered the mysterious space, sat down to the position of the fool, and took the metal bottle before.
Because it was stored on the gray fog, the remaining blood in the vial did not coagulate, Klein, who had put on gloves and stuffed other items, poured out a few drops and applied them to the dark brown cover of "Grossel's Travels".
Huh...Why didn't a new story be started after the new character joins? Starting from scratch...Klein suddenly had a question as he looked at the book without changing his name.
Before he could think, what he saw in front of him was already blurred, and there seemed to be countless transparent creatures hidden around him.
Everything quickly became clear and Klein found himself sitting on a long wooden chair on the street.
This is where he left before.
Is this the archive reading function?Klein joked in his heart, took out the soil stained with Seniore's blood, broke a branch casually, and tried to start divination.
According to the results obtained, he left the city, entered the nearby forest, and found the Blood General who was still in a coma on the edge of a stream.
At this time, it was only ten minutes after the previous battle!
The exaggerated wounds on Seniore's neck, chest and abdomen have already contracted significantly, and it seems that they have recovered a lot. Such vitality is not as good as humans.
In another quarter or two, this blood general should be able to wake up, and in another one or two hours, he can restore his normal ability to move.
This is the living zombie, this is the resentful soul!
Originally you had the chance to be rescued by the angels and demigods of your organization, but the blood happened to splash into "Grossell's Travels", making you a prisoner of this book, giving me time to deal with it calmly... Of course, this allowed you to avoid the aftermath of the demigod battle, and did not die on the spot. I don't know whether it was lucky or unlucky... Cline muttered and observed, holding the death knives in one hand, and leaning towards Seniore's neck with the other, and taking off the necklace made of sterling silver.
The necklace has a pendant of the same color similar to an ancient coins. The front and back are covered with mysterious patterns and symbolic symbols, and is engraved with an ancient Hemis inscription:
How lucky you are now, how unlucky you will be afterwards.
This is the magical item that enhances luck by blood?
Unfortunately, even the demigod couldn't make me even more lucky, and it probably wouldn't work... Go back and sell it for money, or ask the messenger lady to see if she could use it to pay the bill... Klein didn't rush to put away the necklace and put it directly on the stone next to her.
He is afraid that there will be unknown negative effects and will affect his next operations.
Then, Klein focused on manipulating the thread of the blood-like body.
He wants to make his first long-term puppet to summarize the playing rules of the Secret Master.
And there is no puppet that is easier to carry with you than a resentful soul!
In just one second, two seconds, three seconds, and only ten seconds, Klein completed the initial control.
Seniore's spiritual intuition had a dangerous premonition and his body struggled significantly, but he was unable to wake up due to serious injuries and astringency.
Time passed by minute by minute, and in the fourth minute, Klein breathed a sigh of relief without any concealment.
At this time, the blood general Seniore opened his eyes, turned over and stood up, faced him, and saluted with his chest in a coordinated manner:
Good morning, sir, do I have anything to serve you?
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