The strange changes in the mausoleum made Klein, who had closed his eyes and restrained his spirituality, find it difficult for him to know what was going on. He was not sure whether this preference was bad. Therefore, even if he had already recited the spell and held the talisman of the thief in his hand, he did not dare to use it rashly, for fear of causing negative effects and obtaining the opposite result.
One second, two seconds, three seconds, Klein only felt that time had passed so long, as if a whole century had passed.
Finally, he heard Mr. Azke's slightly hoarse but uncertain voice:
It's you...
Immediately afterwards, a voice that had no ups and downs but was obviously female:
You have three choices:
First, keep moving forward, seeking completeness, and let Salinger be reborn from you;
Second, I will help you extract half of your soul, let you take it away, and find a way to sew it yourself. This will make you return to your original appearance, not die again and again, and be resurrected again and again, but this does not mean that you are now, and the life you have experienced in the past will truly degenerate into a dream;
Third, give up everything and leave directly. You will always stop at the current level and cannot advance to the next level. You will still become the dead again and again, wake up from losing all your memories again and again, repeating the search for past experiences.
Klein was stunned when he heard this. He didn't expect that there was one more person in the depths of the mausoleum, and he seemed to have absolute dominance. He could give different choices, so that the former consul of the Death, Azke Eggs, could only decide from it.
Is this the artificial god of death hidden deep in the black fog?
No, He seemed to have no wisdom at first, and he hadn't seen him want to communicate for so long...
Pull out that half of your soul and find a way to sew it yourself... What does this mean?Mr. Azke's spirit was not complete?
Where to pull it out?The talking ‘lady’ can actually do what Mr. Azke can’t do?
Also, who is Salinger and why is he reborn from Mr. Azk?He, is the "God of Death" who caused the pale disaster, Mr. Azke's father or grandfather?He foresaw his own fall, and thus left the resurrection lead in Mr. Azke's body?
The first choice must be directly excluded and not considered. The second and third have problems. One is no longer the current self, and will become a strange "me", and the other will always bear the curse of immortality and will never be liberated... If you have confidence in yourself and truly regard the past life as an anchor, you can consider the second choice, reconcile with yourself, and compromise with each other... However, this involves the divided other half of the soul, who has not experienced those other half of the souls in life, and there is no way to guess what changes will happen in the future, and the anchor may not solve the problem...
Thoughts flashed through Klein's mind, he was confused, curious, embarrassed, and puzzled, but he could only stand far away and couldn't even watch.
That was Azk's life, the future he was going to face, and others could not make decisions for him.
What Klein should have said, had already said before, and he stood there helplessly and worriedly, waiting for Mr. Azke to speak.
Azk looked at the beautiful lady in a hooded hood in front of him. She had not spoken for a long time, and the pale flames in her eyes were swaying.
The illusory and real mountain-feathered snake seemed to have noticed some bad change. Its tail suddenly pulled out and swept around frantically. Its head was buried, and it opened its huge mouth, revealing dark red flesh and light butter-stained fangs, spitting out the black snake core and the yin green mucus, and taking the initiative to swallow Azk Eggs.
However, all its attempts have no effect, it seems to live in another world!
In an unsettling silence, Azk raised his right hand, rubbed his forehead, and smiled calmly:
Perhaps because I have become accustomed to my current life, I chose three.
As soon as he finished speaking, the hooded lady opposite him held the hand tightly, clutched the bird-shaped gold jewelry, then pulled back her arm little by little, pulling the ancient thing out of the crack in Azk's forehead.
Azk's expression was distorted again, as if he was suffering from unimaginable pain.
In every drop of blood and in every muscle, a little spirit is oozing out, intertwining into a transparent soul body.
This soul body seems complete and not incomplete, but it is full of inconsistent contradictions, because half of it is golden, from its eyebrows, eyes to its torso and limbs, with a simple beauty.
As the bird-shaped gold jewelry was drawn out, Azk's translucent spirit began to split from the middle, splitting inch by inch, as if it was being peeled alive with a knife.
Another sound of jostle in his throat that was not like a human was heard. Klein in the distance made his head stun and tingle, as if steel needles were stirring wildly in his brain.
In just a few seconds, Azk's spirit body was completely divided into two halves, half turned into golden flow, and was thrown into the bird-shaped jewelry's eyes, and half returned to his body and merged with flesh and blood.
The two pale flames in Azk's eyes were extinguished, the white feathers and black scales on the body receded, and the distortion of the expression was relieved, and it was no longer so hideous.
His face became a little pale and transparent, and his forehead was twitching, obviously suffering from the depths of his spiritual body.
Thanks for your help.He saluted the beautiful lady in the hood, turned around, and frosted up the steps, and came to Klein.
You can open your eyes.Azk smiled tiredly.
Klein quickly opened his eyes and looked at Mr. Azke, and found that he had no signs of madness or loss of control. Then he felt completely relieved and curiously turned his eyes to the depths of the mausoleum.
There was black fog, covering everything at the bottom.
Who was that person just now?He couldn't help asking.
Azk smiled and reached out and grabbed his shoulder:
Even if I tell you, you can't hear it unless He wants you to know.
While he was talking, Klein subconsciously grabbed the shoulders of his two secret puppets.
The surrounding color blocks were all rich and vividly superimposed. The two of them quickly passed through the spiritual world corresponding to the Furious Sea and returned to the hotel room where Klein lived in Gulain City.
As soon as Azke let go, he pinched his forehead and smiled gently:
Next, I need a sleep that I don’t know how long it will last to recover. If you have any questions, you can ask the Seven Lights of the Spirit World for advice. You should have mastered the corresponding ritual.
Mr. Azke, you have nothing to do, right?Klein asked with concern.
At the same time, he complained about himself:
How could nothing be done if you lose half of your soul forever?
Azk smiled and said:
There is no big problem, but you will maintain the same state as before, foresee your own death, arrange everything, divide the connection with your original life, and then forget everything, resurrection and awaken, and search for the past.
Compared to the past, at least you, who knows a lot of things about me, exists. If I forget it again and see your letter, I should be able to recall a lot.
He paused, nodded invisible, and laughed in a low voice:
Sleeping is not a bad thing, at least I can dream. In the dream, I never left, I was still basking in the sun with her, guiding the stubborn child how to use broadsword, and creating a swing for the little guy who loves to act like a spoiler...
Before he finished speaking, Azk threw out the copper whistle and smiled gently:
Remember to write a letter.
But I won't reply to you until I wake up.
As soon as Klein reached out to catch the ancient and exquisite copper whistle, Azk disappeared into the room, not knowing where he went.
After staring blankly for a while, Klein suddenly sighed in a low voice.
……
To go from Gulain to another place, if you take land, you must follow the circling road, cross the blocks, and reach the highest point of the city, before you can climb over the mountains and enter the plains.
At this moment, the Red Gloves Squad led by Soster was standing in the highest square, looking at the unusually violent sea.
Daly Simone, who was always pressing her forehead, suddenly put down her palm and spoke strangely:
Everything is normal again, nothing is wrong.
Is it normal?Leonard asked in surprise.
In his opinion, it would be difficult for Daly to return to normal before the change of the Furious Sea ended.
Maybe, intermittent?Souther hesitated to give his guess.
Dai Li was about to respond, but everyone was suddenly moved by the inspiration and looked at the violent sea again.
In the pure darkness, one bright star after another lit up.
……
Beckland, inside St. Samuel's Church.
Archbishop Anthony Stevenson received an emergency telegram from the sea.
The content of the telegram is quite simple, but amazing enough:
German Sparo reappeared and boarded the 'Black Tulip' with others, making Ludwell a secret puppet, the one he followed was called the 'Consul of Death' by Ludwell.
German Sparrow... The Consul of the Death... St. Anthony silently repeated these two names.
He leaned back slowly, closed his eyes, and once again, the information about the sealed object appeared in his mind, complete information:
Number: 17.
Name: Angel of Secret
Danger level: ‘0’, very dangerous, with the highest attention, the highest confidentiality level, cannot be inquired, cannot be circulated, cannot be described, cannot be spyed.
Confidentiality level: Pope, Group A researcher, and Archbishop in charge of Beckland Diocese (Note: When the Archbishop is transferred from Beckland Diocese, the relevant memory must be cleared with the seal ‘1-29’)
Seal method: The seal is completed through the cooperation of ‘1-29’ and ‘1-80’.
Description: This is not an item.
……
Warning, He cannot be exploited!
Appendix 1: This seal first appeared in the Quaternary Pale age, with specific year, missing, specific date, missing, specific location, missing.
Appendix 2: The data shows that He has been awakened five times.
Appendix 3: There are limited premises that cannot be used, and it is confirmed that He can be used as a container for the coming of Goddess.
One second, two seconds, three seconds, Klein only felt that time had passed so long, as if a whole century had passed.
Finally, he heard Mr. Azke's slightly hoarse but uncertain voice:
It's you...
Immediately afterwards, a voice that had no ups and downs but was obviously female:
You have three choices:
First, keep moving forward, seeking completeness, and let Salinger be reborn from you;
Second, I will help you extract half of your soul, let you take it away, and find a way to sew it yourself. This will make you return to your original appearance, not die again and again, and be resurrected again and again, but this does not mean that you are now, and the life you have experienced in the past will truly degenerate into a dream;
Third, give up everything and leave directly. You will always stop at the current level and cannot advance to the next level. You will still become the dead again and again, wake up from losing all your memories again and again, repeating the search for past experiences.
Klein was stunned when he heard this. He didn't expect that there was one more person in the depths of the mausoleum, and he seemed to have absolute dominance. He could give different choices, so that the former consul of the Death, Azke Eggs, could only decide from it.
Is this the artificial god of death hidden deep in the black fog?
No, He seemed to have no wisdom at first, and he hadn't seen him want to communicate for so long...
Pull out that half of your soul and find a way to sew it yourself... What does this mean?Mr. Azke's spirit was not complete?
Where to pull it out?The talking ‘lady’ can actually do what Mr. Azke can’t do?
Also, who is Salinger and why is he reborn from Mr. Azk?He, is the "God of Death" who caused the pale disaster, Mr. Azke's father or grandfather?He foresaw his own fall, and thus left the resurrection lead in Mr. Azke's body?
The first choice must be directly excluded and not considered. The second and third have problems. One is no longer the current self, and will become a strange "me", and the other will always bear the curse of immortality and will never be liberated... If you have confidence in yourself and truly regard the past life as an anchor, you can consider the second choice, reconcile with yourself, and compromise with each other... However, this involves the divided other half of the soul, who has not experienced those other half of the souls in life, and there is no way to guess what changes will happen in the future, and the anchor may not solve the problem...
Thoughts flashed through Klein's mind, he was confused, curious, embarrassed, and puzzled, but he could only stand far away and couldn't even watch.
That was Azk's life, the future he was going to face, and others could not make decisions for him.
What Klein should have said, had already said before, and he stood there helplessly and worriedly, waiting for Mr. Azke to speak.
Azk looked at the beautiful lady in a hooded hood in front of him. She had not spoken for a long time, and the pale flames in her eyes were swaying.
The illusory and real mountain-feathered snake seemed to have noticed some bad change. Its tail suddenly pulled out and swept around frantically. Its head was buried, and it opened its huge mouth, revealing dark red flesh and light butter-stained fangs, spitting out the black snake core and the yin green mucus, and taking the initiative to swallow Azk Eggs.
However, all its attempts have no effect, it seems to live in another world!
In an unsettling silence, Azk raised his right hand, rubbed his forehead, and smiled calmly:
Perhaps because I have become accustomed to my current life, I chose three.
As soon as he finished speaking, the hooded lady opposite him held the hand tightly, clutched the bird-shaped gold jewelry, then pulled back her arm little by little, pulling the ancient thing out of the crack in Azk's forehead.
Azk's expression was distorted again, as if he was suffering from unimaginable pain.
In every drop of blood and in every muscle, a little spirit is oozing out, intertwining into a transparent soul body.
This soul body seems complete and not incomplete, but it is full of inconsistent contradictions, because half of it is golden, from its eyebrows, eyes to its torso and limbs, with a simple beauty.
As the bird-shaped gold jewelry was drawn out, Azk's translucent spirit began to split from the middle, splitting inch by inch, as if it was being peeled alive with a knife.
Another sound of jostle in his throat that was not like a human was heard. Klein in the distance made his head stun and tingle, as if steel needles were stirring wildly in his brain.
In just a few seconds, Azk's spirit body was completely divided into two halves, half turned into golden flow, and was thrown into the bird-shaped jewelry's eyes, and half returned to his body and merged with flesh and blood.
The two pale flames in Azk's eyes were extinguished, the white feathers and black scales on the body receded, and the distortion of the expression was relieved, and it was no longer so hideous.
His face became a little pale and transparent, and his forehead was twitching, obviously suffering from the depths of his spiritual body.
Thanks for your help.He saluted the beautiful lady in the hood, turned around, and frosted up the steps, and came to Klein.
You can open your eyes.Azk smiled tiredly.
Klein quickly opened his eyes and looked at Mr. Azke, and found that he had no signs of madness or loss of control. Then he felt completely relieved and curiously turned his eyes to the depths of the mausoleum.
There was black fog, covering everything at the bottom.
Who was that person just now?He couldn't help asking.
Azk smiled and reached out and grabbed his shoulder:
Even if I tell you, you can't hear it unless He wants you to know.
While he was talking, Klein subconsciously grabbed the shoulders of his two secret puppets.
The surrounding color blocks were all rich and vividly superimposed. The two of them quickly passed through the spiritual world corresponding to the Furious Sea and returned to the hotel room where Klein lived in Gulain City.
As soon as Azke let go, he pinched his forehead and smiled gently:
Next, I need a sleep that I don’t know how long it will last to recover. If you have any questions, you can ask the Seven Lights of the Spirit World for advice. You should have mastered the corresponding ritual.
Mr. Azke, you have nothing to do, right?Klein asked with concern.
At the same time, he complained about himself:
How could nothing be done if you lose half of your soul forever?
Azk smiled and said:
There is no big problem, but you will maintain the same state as before, foresee your own death, arrange everything, divide the connection with your original life, and then forget everything, resurrection and awaken, and search for the past.
Compared to the past, at least you, who knows a lot of things about me, exists. If I forget it again and see your letter, I should be able to recall a lot.
He paused, nodded invisible, and laughed in a low voice:
Sleeping is not a bad thing, at least I can dream. In the dream, I never left, I was still basking in the sun with her, guiding the stubborn child how to use broadsword, and creating a swing for the little guy who loves to act like a spoiler...
Before he finished speaking, Azk threw out the copper whistle and smiled gently:
Remember to write a letter.
But I won't reply to you until I wake up.
As soon as Klein reached out to catch the ancient and exquisite copper whistle, Azk disappeared into the room, not knowing where he went.
After staring blankly for a while, Klein suddenly sighed in a low voice.
……
To go from Gulain to another place, if you take land, you must follow the circling road, cross the blocks, and reach the highest point of the city, before you can climb over the mountains and enter the plains.
At this moment, the Red Gloves Squad led by Soster was standing in the highest square, looking at the unusually violent sea.
Daly Simone, who was always pressing her forehead, suddenly put down her palm and spoke strangely:
Everything is normal again, nothing is wrong.
Is it normal?Leonard asked in surprise.
In his opinion, it would be difficult for Daly to return to normal before the change of the Furious Sea ended.
Maybe, intermittent?Souther hesitated to give his guess.
Dai Li was about to respond, but everyone was suddenly moved by the inspiration and looked at the violent sea again.
In the pure darkness, one bright star after another lit up.
……
Beckland, inside St. Samuel's Church.
Archbishop Anthony Stevenson received an emergency telegram from the sea.
The content of the telegram is quite simple, but amazing enough:
German Sparo reappeared and boarded the 'Black Tulip' with others, making Ludwell a secret puppet, the one he followed was called the 'Consul of Death' by Ludwell.
German Sparrow... The Consul of the Death... St. Anthony silently repeated these two names.
He leaned back slowly, closed his eyes, and once again, the information about the sealed object appeared in his mind, complete information:
Number: 17.
Name: Angel of Secret
Danger level: ‘0’, very dangerous, with the highest attention, the highest confidentiality level, cannot be inquired, cannot be circulated, cannot be described, cannot be spyed.
Confidentiality level: Pope, Group A researcher, and Archbishop in charge of Beckland Diocese (Note: When the Archbishop is transferred from Beckland Diocese, the relevant memory must be cleared with the seal ‘1-29’)
Seal method: The seal is completed through the cooperation of ‘1-29’ and ‘1-80’.
Description: This is not an item.
……
Warning, He cannot be exploited!
Appendix 1: This seal first appeared in the Quaternary Pale age, with specific year, missing, specific date, missing, specific location, missing.
Appendix 2: The data shows that He has been awakened five times.
Appendix 3: There are limited premises that cannot be used, and it is confirmed that He can be used as a container for the coming of Goddess.
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