The cold potion slid across his throat, causing some numbness to Klein, and it went straight into the depths of his soul.
His dance steps had stopped, and his spirit was inexplicably rising. He seemed to have come to a high altitude, looking down at the broken Resurrection Square and the city of Kukwa, which was panicked by the repeated lightning strikes.
At this moment, his emotions became restless. He felt that every pedestrian coming and going below had an invisible thread connected to his hands, following his command, performing various behaviors, whether happy or angry, or sad or happy.
A similar feeling, Klein often has this period of time, knowing that this is the director's perspective, treating all participants as secret puppets and actors, trying to manipulate or guide them to perform a grand drama.
Grasping the familiarity, Klein quickly adjusted his mindset, completely pulled his emotions away, and stared at everything with a cold and bystandering attitude, not being affected by the emotions in the drama.
As a director, you should follow the script, refer to reality, make rational analysis, make choices, and let the accumulation of emotions, the advancement of events and the call of clues be under your control.
With a certain mentality, Klein's spirit immediately settled, and he immediately felt the power of the potion spreading in his body, like a sharp net of silk threads.
Suddenly, Klein felt that his spiritual body and flesh were divided into countless small parts, and could no longer bear it, and let out a scream from the depths of his soul:
No!
His thoughts were then divided into pieces, combined with different flesh and blood, and had his own consciousness:
This has the pain Klein, this has the arrogant Klein, this has the cold Klein, this has the gentle Klein, this has the entertaining Klein, this has the Clein, this has the Sherlock Moriarty, and German Sparo, and Dawn Dontes!
His entire spirit body seemed to have been put into the crusher by someone.
Not far away, Leonard, who was unconsciously slid down his cheeks, saw Dunn, the captain who was hugging Daly Simone, and turned back to Klein Moretti. He immediately noticed that the other party's face, neck, back of his hands and other places, and light granulations were highlighted, as if he had his own vitality, constantly growing outward, turning into transparent worms, and under the clothes, there were also traces of squirming up and down.
This made Leonard feel like the other party would collapse into a transparent worm in the next second, running to different places!
He was about to do something, but suddenly his head fainted and instinctively closed his eyes and did not dare to look at him again.
The transparent worms that grow from Klein's body shine in the sunshine one three-dimensional and layered mysterious symbols. They penetrate higher levels, connect to the laws at the bottom, and intuitively express abstract concepts such as weirdness, madness, change, power, and knowledge.
In the cold wind, illusory black thin lines appeared around Klein, and they were stirred together to form strange tentacles.
While the tentacles were exposed, the spiritual body, the astral body, the mental body, and the etheric body all turned into pieces. Klein, who merged into different worms, had various thoughts, were noisy, chaotic, and contradictions, and gently floated, as if he was flying towards infinite heights, where countless phantoms were surrounding the twisted huge buildings, either playing, giving, roaring, or murmuring.
Everything around Klein's messy senses was stacked up, as if it had become a spiritual world, but there were living people coming and going and stars shining.
At this time, the same memory, vivid memory appeared in one fragment of his thinking.
It was a scene where Adam, the king of the angel, closed his eyes and prayed, shockingly;
That was the scene of using the death knell revolver to hit Ince Zangwell and shooting him in the head;
It was a clown smile, and he said this shot low, which was a scene of the captain;
It was the scene where the audience Adam watched the end of the drama with his clear and simple eyes;
That was the scene of becoming Dunn Smith, inviting Daly Simone to dance the ending dance.
They are so distinct that the audience's gaze is like substantial feedback and attractiveness, allowing Klein to gradually regain his self-awareness.
I……
who I am?
Klein answered this question at the Faceless Stage, and he quickly understood his identity:
A man from Earth, reshaped by fragments of Klein's memory;
A person who is deeply influenced by the night watchman;
A person who is self-protectional, afraid of danger, but can give everything for persistence;
A guardian, a pity bug.
The strange senses that do not originate from the mental body or the mental body are withdrawn little by little from the fragments, condensed Klein's new thoughts. The thoughts of indifference, calmness, bystander, and looking down can see the true thoughts of the world from more angles and more aspects.
He understood that this might be divine nature, and he did not resist, so he connected the original spiritual fragments one by one with black silk threads, and slowly turned them back into a whole.
It was not until this time that he understood the role of the promotion ceremony.
This is a brand and an anchor point. Compared with other ways, the wizard who has split the mind needs an anchor point earlier!
However, this does not require faith to support it. On the contrary, faith is too complex, too chaotic, and too many personal emotions. It is easy to erase the human nature of the promoted person in the ritual split state, and leave only the divine nature in the essence of this ritual.
A gorgeous and profound drama, with the gaze of many audiences, is enough to become an anchor!
Although there are few audiences on the scene this time, as the top presence of the audience, Adam can match thousands of ordinary audiences, and he can even imagine a theater audience to create effects.
The whole was finally formed, and all kinds of knowledge surged out from the soul of the demigod and half-human, swept across Klein's mind, causing him an indescribable impact, and his head seemed to be about to explode.
However, he, who had already become divine and had experienced it many times, passed this stage relatively easily with a look down on his sidelines.
The transparent worms on his face, hands, neck, and under his clothes retracted into him, and he turned back to the black-haired and brown-eyed Klein Moretti.
Looking at Daly Simone who was gradually cold in his arms, Klein picked up the lady, walked step by step to Leonard Mitchell, bent over solemnly, and put her on the ground.
At this time, Daley no longer had the dark scales and white fluff, and returned to her original appearance. Her eyes were gently closed and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, as if she was having the deepest and sweetest dream.
Klein stood up straight, looked at Leonard who had opened his eyes again, and said in a low voice:
She returned to the goddess's kingdom, just like the captain.
He just used Secretization to stop reversing Daly's mutation, allowing her to die like a person, and then lifted control.
Um.Leonard wanted to forcefully smile, but shed tears unconsciously.
Klein nodded slightly:
For her, this may not be a bad ending, returning to the arms of the gods of faith in human form, and there were captains and the others there.
While speaking, he subconsciously raised his right hand and lit it clockwise on his chest.
Leonard instinctively drew the crimson moon, and then he was stunned for a moment, his expression became quite strange.
Klein looked around and said:
You take Ms. Daly back to East Bailang and say that she died in the attack of Ince Zangwell and made an outstanding contribution to Ince Zangwell's death.
Don't worry, no one will follow you. Of course, you can also take this opportunity to leave the "Red Gloves".
Me, I'm used to being in the church.Leonard said in silence.
Klein immediately took off his silk top hat and said goodbye.
He took the hat and turned toward Ince Zangwell's body, and took a card from it, depicting a chariot and a crimson priest's card.
The face of the crimson priest seemed to be Rossel Gustav.
Leonard's lips twitched for a moment and suddenly spoke:
You, don't you return to the church?
Klein did not turn around, put on his silk hat and headed towards another exit in the square.
After walking a few steps, he paused and replied with his back to Leonard:
Can't go back...
Can't go back anymore... Leonard stared at the familiar back gradually moving away and gradually disappeared.
After a while, several extraordinary people flew over the Resurrection Square, one of whom was wearing the robe of an ordinary clergy of the Night Church, had beautiful black hair and a delicate face.
No one could tell her age, because no one cared about this, and would only pay attention to her deep eyes that were hidden in countless stars.
The lady floated in mid-air and looked quietly above the square. She saw that the wreckage of Ince Zangwell could hardly be seen as it was, and her broken head was covered with a common tarot card.
That's the Star Card.
……
Above the gray fog, Klein put the Red Priest card on his left hand and closed his eyes and rested for a while.
He has already had a preliminary understanding and mastery of the abilities of the Wizard Master:
On the one hand, he can become an animal with a large size gap, and when he is in a spirit state, he can ignore this. He can transfer his or her wounds and diseases to the substitute paper man, and obtain a flame jump distance of nearly a thousand meters, and the power of the air bullet has also been increased to the level of shells;
On the other hand, he can complete the initial control of the Spirit Body Line in three seconds, completely transforming the target into a puppet within fifteen seconds, with a control range of 150 meters. At the same time, using the interactive Spirit Body Line, he can allow the Secret Ou to use all his extraordinary abilities and can freely switch positions with the Secret Ou within an effective range of one thousand meters.
Based on this point, the worms separated from their own mythical biological form and the disguise on the spiritual thread, Klein can use a higher-level stand-alone, that is, as long as any secret puppet is still alive, the Wizard will not die!
It is difficult for the enemy to know whether the one who killed the Wizard or his secret puppet, the real and true, the true and false, and it is impossible to judge.
After confirming his state, after a while of rest, Klein immediately walked towards the depths of the mysterious space above the gray fog, towards the stairs of light leading to the heavenly kingdom.
As he expected, there was another level of stairs, a staircase with light condensed.
This time, Klein was sure that he could use the six-stage stairs to which the giant belonged, to climb the condensed ash cloud.
One step, two steps, three steps... He walked to the end, jumped and stepped on the clouds formed by the gray fog.
What caught his eye was a brilliant light gate stained with a little black. This was composed of countless layers of light balls. The body of each light ball was a pile of twisted worms that were hugging together. Some were transparent and some were translucent.
This is the picture Klein saw through Winner Enzo, but the real thing was very blurry and something seemed to block his sight.
In addition, above the light gate, thin black lines were hanging, and they hung one near-completely transparent cocoon after another.
The cocoons swayed gently, wrapping different soul bodies, some with dark skin, some with yellow species, some with white people, some with jeans, some with mobile phones, some with gorgeous clothes, some with beautiful facial features, all with a living atmosphere, but their eyes were closed tightly.
Klein's eyes froze, as if he had returned to Earth, walking on the street with full races.
Then, he noticed that three cocoons had broken open, and there was nothing inside, swinging with the wind.
Krain, who raised his head and looked up, stared silently at all this, quietly.
His dance steps had stopped, and his spirit was inexplicably rising. He seemed to have come to a high altitude, looking down at the broken Resurrection Square and the city of Kukwa, which was panicked by the repeated lightning strikes.
At this moment, his emotions became restless. He felt that every pedestrian coming and going below had an invisible thread connected to his hands, following his command, performing various behaviors, whether happy or angry, or sad or happy.
A similar feeling, Klein often has this period of time, knowing that this is the director's perspective, treating all participants as secret puppets and actors, trying to manipulate or guide them to perform a grand drama.
Grasping the familiarity, Klein quickly adjusted his mindset, completely pulled his emotions away, and stared at everything with a cold and bystandering attitude, not being affected by the emotions in the drama.
As a director, you should follow the script, refer to reality, make rational analysis, make choices, and let the accumulation of emotions, the advancement of events and the call of clues be under your control.
With a certain mentality, Klein's spirit immediately settled, and he immediately felt the power of the potion spreading in his body, like a sharp net of silk threads.
Suddenly, Klein felt that his spiritual body and flesh were divided into countless small parts, and could no longer bear it, and let out a scream from the depths of his soul:
No!
His thoughts were then divided into pieces, combined with different flesh and blood, and had his own consciousness:
This has the pain Klein, this has the arrogant Klein, this has the cold Klein, this has the gentle Klein, this has the entertaining Klein, this has the Clein, this has the Sherlock Moriarty, and German Sparo, and Dawn Dontes!
His entire spirit body seemed to have been put into the crusher by someone.
Not far away, Leonard, who was unconsciously slid down his cheeks, saw Dunn, the captain who was hugging Daly Simone, and turned back to Klein Moretti. He immediately noticed that the other party's face, neck, back of his hands and other places, and light granulations were highlighted, as if he had his own vitality, constantly growing outward, turning into transparent worms, and under the clothes, there were also traces of squirming up and down.
This made Leonard feel like the other party would collapse into a transparent worm in the next second, running to different places!
He was about to do something, but suddenly his head fainted and instinctively closed his eyes and did not dare to look at him again.
The transparent worms that grow from Klein's body shine in the sunshine one three-dimensional and layered mysterious symbols. They penetrate higher levels, connect to the laws at the bottom, and intuitively express abstract concepts such as weirdness, madness, change, power, and knowledge.
In the cold wind, illusory black thin lines appeared around Klein, and they were stirred together to form strange tentacles.
While the tentacles were exposed, the spiritual body, the astral body, the mental body, and the etheric body all turned into pieces. Klein, who merged into different worms, had various thoughts, were noisy, chaotic, and contradictions, and gently floated, as if he was flying towards infinite heights, where countless phantoms were surrounding the twisted huge buildings, either playing, giving, roaring, or murmuring.
Everything around Klein's messy senses was stacked up, as if it had become a spiritual world, but there were living people coming and going and stars shining.
At this time, the same memory, vivid memory appeared in one fragment of his thinking.
It was a scene where Adam, the king of the angel, closed his eyes and prayed, shockingly;
That was the scene of using the death knell revolver to hit Ince Zangwell and shooting him in the head;
It was a clown smile, and he said this shot low, which was a scene of the captain;
It was the scene where the audience Adam watched the end of the drama with his clear and simple eyes;
That was the scene of becoming Dunn Smith, inviting Daly Simone to dance the ending dance.
They are so distinct that the audience's gaze is like substantial feedback and attractiveness, allowing Klein to gradually regain his self-awareness.
I……
who I am?
Klein answered this question at the Faceless Stage, and he quickly understood his identity:
A man from Earth, reshaped by fragments of Klein's memory;
A person who is deeply influenced by the night watchman;
A person who is self-protectional, afraid of danger, but can give everything for persistence;
A guardian, a pity bug.
The strange senses that do not originate from the mental body or the mental body are withdrawn little by little from the fragments, condensed Klein's new thoughts. The thoughts of indifference, calmness, bystander, and looking down can see the true thoughts of the world from more angles and more aspects.
He understood that this might be divine nature, and he did not resist, so he connected the original spiritual fragments one by one with black silk threads, and slowly turned them back into a whole.
It was not until this time that he understood the role of the promotion ceremony.
This is a brand and an anchor point. Compared with other ways, the wizard who has split the mind needs an anchor point earlier!
However, this does not require faith to support it. On the contrary, faith is too complex, too chaotic, and too many personal emotions. It is easy to erase the human nature of the promoted person in the ritual split state, and leave only the divine nature in the essence of this ritual.
A gorgeous and profound drama, with the gaze of many audiences, is enough to become an anchor!
Although there are few audiences on the scene this time, as the top presence of the audience, Adam can match thousands of ordinary audiences, and he can even imagine a theater audience to create effects.
The whole was finally formed, and all kinds of knowledge surged out from the soul of the demigod and half-human, swept across Klein's mind, causing him an indescribable impact, and his head seemed to be about to explode.
However, he, who had already become divine and had experienced it many times, passed this stage relatively easily with a look down on his sidelines.
The transparent worms on his face, hands, neck, and under his clothes retracted into him, and he turned back to the black-haired and brown-eyed Klein Moretti.
Looking at Daly Simone who was gradually cold in his arms, Klein picked up the lady, walked step by step to Leonard Mitchell, bent over solemnly, and put her on the ground.
At this time, Daley no longer had the dark scales and white fluff, and returned to her original appearance. Her eyes were gently closed and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, as if she was having the deepest and sweetest dream.
Klein stood up straight, looked at Leonard who had opened his eyes again, and said in a low voice:
She returned to the goddess's kingdom, just like the captain.
He just used Secretization to stop reversing Daly's mutation, allowing her to die like a person, and then lifted control.
Um.Leonard wanted to forcefully smile, but shed tears unconsciously.
Klein nodded slightly:
For her, this may not be a bad ending, returning to the arms of the gods of faith in human form, and there were captains and the others there.
While speaking, he subconsciously raised his right hand and lit it clockwise on his chest.
Leonard instinctively drew the crimson moon, and then he was stunned for a moment, his expression became quite strange.
Klein looked around and said:
You take Ms. Daly back to East Bailang and say that she died in the attack of Ince Zangwell and made an outstanding contribution to Ince Zangwell's death.
Don't worry, no one will follow you. Of course, you can also take this opportunity to leave the "Red Gloves".
Me, I'm used to being in the church.Leonard said in silence.
Klein immediately took off his silk top hat and said goodbye.
He took the hat and turned toward Ince Zangwell's body, and took a card from it, depicting a chariot and a crimson priest's card.
The face of the crimson priest seemed to be Rossel Gustav.
Leonard's lips twitched for a moment and suddenly spoke:
You, don't you return to the church?
Klein did not turn around, put on his silk hat and headed towards another exit in the square.
After walking a few steps, he paused and replied with his back to Leonard:
Can't go back...
Can't go back anymore... Leonard stared at the familiar back gradually moving away and gradually disappeared.
After a while, several extraordinary people flew over the Resurrection Square, one of whom was wearing the robe of an ordinary clergy of the Night Church, had beautiful black hair and a delicate face.
No one could tell her age, because no one cared about this, and would only pay attention to her deep eyes that were hidden in countless stars.
The lady floated in mid-air and looked quietly above the square. She saw that the wreckage of Ince Zangwell could hardly be seen as it was, and her broken head was covered with a common tarot card.
That's the Star Card.
……
Above the gray fog, Klein put the Red Priest card on his left hand and closed his eyes and rested for a while.
He has already had a preliminary understanding and mastery of the abilities of the Wizard Master:
On the one hand, he can become an animal with a large size gap, and when he is in a spirit state, he can ignore this. He can transfer his or her wounds and diseases to the substitute paper man, and obtain a flame jump distance of nearly a thousand meters, and the power of the air bullet has also been increased to the level of shells;
On the other hand, he can complete the initial control of the Spirit Body Line in three seconds, completely transforming the target into a puppet within fifteen seconds, with a control range of 150 meters. At the same time, using the interactive Spirit Body Line, he can allow the Secret Ou to use all his extraordinary abilities and can freely switch positions with the Secret Ou within an effective range of one thousand meters.
Based on this point, the worms separated from their own mythical biological form and the disguise on the spiritual thread, Klein can use a higher-level stand-alone, that is, as long as any secret puppet is still alive, the Wizard will not die!
It is difficult for the enemy to know whether the one who killed the Wizard or his secret puppet, the real and true, the true and false, and it is impossible to judge.
After confirming his state, after a while of rest, Klein immediately walked towards the depths of the mysterious space above the gray fog, towards the stairs of light leading to the heavenly kingdom.
As he expected, there was another level of stairs, a staircase with light condensed.
This time, Klein was sure that he could use the six-stage stairs to which the giant belonged, to climb the condensed ash cloud.
One step, two steps, three steps... He walked to the end, jumped and stepped on the clouds formed by the gray fog.
What caught his eye was a brilliant light gate stained with a little black. This was composed of countless layers of light balls. The body of each light ball was a pile of twisted worms that were hugging together. Some were transparent and some were translucent.
This is the picture Klein saw through Winner Enzo, but the real thing was very blurry and something seemed to block his sight.
In addition, above the light gate, thin black lines were hanging, and they hung one near-completely transparent cocoon after another.
The cocoons swayed gently, wrapping different soul bodies, some with dark skin, some with yellow species, some with white people, some with jeans, some with mobile phones, some with gorgeous clothes, some with beautiful facial features, all with a living atmosphere, but their eyes were closed tightly.
Klein's eyes froze, as if he had returned to Earth, walking on the street with full races.
Then, he noticed that three cocoons had broken open, and there was nothing inside, swinging with the wind.
Krain, who raised his head and looked up, stared silently at all this, quietly.
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