Because I don't know what state Amon is in now, Klein did not dare to delay. After the mental problem was initially resolved, he immediately came to Calderon and prepared to take the water of the River of Eternal Darkness.
Because this involves the source quality, he can only divine and predict to a certain extent, see some pictures vaguely, and cannot make accurate judgments.
After looking around, Klein raised his hand to summon the historical pore image from his few minutes ago, allowing the body to return to Source Castle.
His consciousness then shifted to the projection, giving it a substantial sense of existence.
Then, Klein grabbed the void and pulled out the historical projection of the Star Staff.
To be honest, after being able to use most of the extraordinary abilities below the Apprenticeship Sequence 0 through Source Castle, Klein is actually not so required. The 0-level seal of Star Staff is the magic that the latter has. He can basically reproduce it, and there is almost no negative effect.
However, he always believed that an angel still had to have a melee weapon because he didn't know when he would fall into the dilemma of the failure of the active extraordinary ability.
In the mysterious world, this is definitely something that can happen. Whether it is the rule limit of the arbitrator's path or the extraordinary failure to a certain extent brought by an external god, similar effects may be achieved.
In this case, picking up a hard cane with some passive effects and directly blowing the enemy's head is an effective method.
As a angel king who is a diviner, it is an instinct to be prepared in all aspects!
After weighing the Star Staff, pressing the top hat, Klein took out the bird-shaped gold jewelry from the Source Castle and pinned it to his left chest pocket.
Then, he took a step forward and entered the city of Calderon, which was once the ancestor of the ancient god of death, the kingdom of God Grey Carrie.
The first thing that caught his eye was a huge deep pit at the bottom. Various strange-shaped buildings stretched downwards around the deep pit, forming a magnificent city beyond ordinary people's cognition.
Some of those buildings were single houses standing on the top of pale stone pillars, some were long, square coffins, no windows, doors opened on the roof, some were directly a tomb pit, with stone tablets at the entrance, and some were made of various white bones, which looked quite messy...
The closer you get to the bottom of the deep pit, the more complete the building is preserved, the closer you get above, the more collapse it is, and it is full of decay and destruction washed by time.
Klein just took a look and a faint gray mist appeared around him. He directly resisted Calderon's rule of transforming all creatures into the dead with the person of the Source Castle.
It was not a negative impact for him that becoming a deceased, but he himself did not like that cold feeling.
The "gray and white flood" that had risen before has receded... Klein, wearing a top hat, windbreaker and cane, nodded thoughtfully, and stepped into the depths of Calderon, which could be seen with his naked eyes.
This time he used the extraordinary ability of the thief's path and directly stole the distance within the perception range to avoid entanglement with various dangerous monsters active in this mysterious city.
This is not because he is afraid of, but because of the monsters. If he hadn't wanted to waste time, he wouldn't mind taking the opportunity to collect a group of secret puppets to fill in the losses caused by the destruction of the utopia.
In addition to this reason, Klein was cautious about another point:
Calderon is a city of undead, and the deepest part of the earth is likely to flow with the river of eternal darkness. The secret puppet is essentially a dead person. Once it approaches the ground, there may be changes.
As he went deeper step by step, Klein found that he was a little overthinking:
None of the various monsters hidden in this strange city dared to appear. The breath of the Source Castle allowed their instinct to survive to overcome their mad tendencies and habits of predation.
The deeper you walked underground, the quieter Klein was around. The strange buildings were clearly intact, but they seemed to have been dead for many years, and even the breath became cold, dark and decaying.
Now it feels the same as watching a black and white silent movie. If I hadn't heard my breathing and heartbeat, I would have doubted if I was deaf... Klein coughed lightly and used his inner mumbling to fight the silence of death.
He intuitively believed that once he adapted to this environment and his body and mind became silent, he would die little by little in a truly, irreversible way.
The closer you get to the ground, the stronger this feeling is.
While stealing distance, Klein moved forward for a long time and finally saw the bottom of the deep pit.
No, this is not the bottom in the true sense, it is just that there is a huge, dark palace blocking the road down.
The palace is supported by giant pillars, inlaid with various bones and corpses from different parts, and is even covered in bloody skins of different races in some places.
Klein stared for a few seconds, without hesitation, carried the Star Staff and entered the interior of the palace through the open door.
On both sides of the hall are coffins of different shapes and colors. They are quietly placed there, as if even existence itself has been weathered by death.
As Klein entered, some sound suddenly came from inside the coffins, like rusty joints opening one by one.
The gray and white mist around Klein became richer, and all the coffins suddenly became quiet.
Neglecting these things, Klein came to the depths of the hall, where there was a downward gray-white stone staircase, and a huge stone tablet erected at the entrance.
At the top of the stone tablet stands a slender statue of a giant bird, like a bronze statue, with various pale symbols on its wings.
Under the bird-shaped bronze statue, the surface of the stone tablet, the words derived from the Word of the Dead seem to be different in shape, very simplified birds or snakes with different shapes, forming two vague words:
Even gods cannot get rid of them;
Even if you die, you will be detained.
Is this a warning to all creatures coming to Calderon not to go down this ladder?It leads directly to the River of Darkness?Klein's thoughts changed and he carefully interpreted the words on the stone tablet.
In his opinion, this seems to be an explanation that even the true god of sequence 0 will sink there once it approaches the River of Eternal Darkness and cannot escape, and even death itself will be imprisoned by this abstract river of source quality. Although it will not disappear from now on, it will not be liberated.
It seems that like the Chaos Sea, without source quality protection, even if it is just approaching the River of Eternal Darkness, it will cause terrible changes... Klein retracted his gaze, sorted out the bird-shaped gold jewelry on his chest pocket, and walked around the stone tablet with the bronze statue, and walked down step by step along the gray staircase.
He did not steal distance anymore to avoid crashing into danger directly.
In the dark and silenceless environment, the bird-shaped gold jewelry on Klein's chest emitted a pale glow, illuminating a very small area, just like a boat of life struggling to support the wave of death.
After walking down for a long time, the breath of the Source Castle around him expanded like a conditioned reflex and became extremely rich, like a gray-white silkworm cocoon.
At the same time, Klein slightly tilted his head and heard a slight, illusory clamor.
This seems to indicate that deep underground, not far from the current location, there is a river flowing slowly.
The next second, Klein looked down and looked down at his feet.
At some point, a dark, real-life stream came over there.
Its surface cannot even exist.
This is not the same as what I saw last time... Klein frowned slightly.
When he went to Calderon to hunt the Spirit World Raiders, it caused a certain change, causing a large amount of gray-white illusion to surge at the bottom of the deep pit.
I saw it twice, the colors were completely different.
Just as Klein was turning his mind, at the bottom of the stone steps, where the deep and dark tide came, a thin gray-white mist filled up, combining with the illusory water, expanding into a more misty gray-white light water.
After the water flowed to Klein's feet, it quietly shrank back, as if it was making periodic fluctuations.
The faint gray mist was a little familiar with Ah... Klein's expression suddenly became solemn.
After a few seconds of pause, he continued to go down.
This time, the rising illusion tide flooded him, making his body lighter, making his emotions quickly and cold, and making his thoughts gradually fade.
If it weren't for the protection of the Source Castle breath around, Crane suspected that she would passively and unable to resist the tide.
Next, the gray-white cocoon rose and fell in the water, and slowly reached the end of the ladder with the tide.
Beyond the end is nothingness, and there is a straight, wide, illusory, dark river without color flows through nothingness.
The river is so blurry that it is difficult to see clearly because it is surrounded by a grayish-white mist like a barrier.
Sure enough... Seeing this, Klein couldn't help but whisper.
He was not unfamiliar with this kind of fog. He had seen it behind the door of Bansy Ruins, at the easternmost part of the Land of Gods, and under the Source Fort!
Unlike other places, some of the water flows through the gray and white mist and produces a certain fusion with the latter, sometimes deep and sometimes pale.
This part of the river water kept rolling up and falling, like a tributary rushing over the black and white.
On both sides of the tributary, there were huge and pale stone pillars, which seemed to support something and prevent the other from collapse.
At this time, among these stone pillars, the edges of the tributaries, countless slightly blurred translucent figures were walking back and forth, wandering slowly but constantly resting.
Among them, the most eye-catching thing is a confused figure who sometimes walks deep into the tributary and sometimes turns back, but cannot escape from the river.
It is so huge, almost the same as the stone pillars around it. It is wearing a deep black robe and is already old on the side.
Suddenly, it turned its head and looked at Klein.
Its face has obvious characteristics of the Southern Continent, but it has rotted and traces have grown one after another, with white feathers stained with light butter.
Klein knew Him, the father of Mr. Azke, the Quaternary God of Death:
The Emperor of the Underworld Salinger.
Because this involves the source quality, he can only divine and predict to a certain extent, see some pictures vaguely, and cannot make accurate judgments.
After looking around, Klein raised his hand to summon the historical pore image from his few minutes ago, allowing the body to return to Source Castle.
His consciousness then shifted to the projection, giving it a substantial sense of existence.
Then, Klein grabbed the void and pulled out the historical projection of the Star Staff.
To be honest, after being able to use most of the extraordinary abilities below the Apprenticeship Sequence 0 through Source Castle, Klein is actually not so required. The 0-level seal of Star Staff is the magic that the latter has. He can basically reproduce it, and there is almost no negative effect.
However, he always believed that an angel still had to have a melee weapon because he didn't know when he would fall into the dilemma of the failure of the active extraordinary ability.
In the mysterious world, this is definitely something that can happen. Whether it is the rule limit of the arbitrator's path or the extraordinary failure to a certain extent brought by an external god, similar effects may be achieved.
In this case, picking up a hard cane with some passive effects and directly blowing the enemy's head is an effective method.
As a angel king who is a diviner, it is an instinct to be prepared in all aspects!
After weighing the Star Staff, pressing the top hat, Klein took out the bird-shaped gold jewelry from the Source Castle and pinned it to his left chest pocket.
Then, he took a step forward and entered the city of Calderon, which was once the ancestor of the ancient god of death, the kingdom of God Grey Carrie.
The first thing that caught his eye was a huge deep pit at the bottom. Various strange-shaped buildings stretched downwards around the deep pit, forming a magnificent city beyond ordinary people's cognition.
Some of those buildings were single houses standing on the top of pale stone pillars, some were long, square coffins, no windows, doors opened on the roof, some were directly a tomb pit, with stone tablets at the entrance, and some were made of various white bones, which looked quite messy...
The closer you get to the bottom of the deep pit, the more complete the building is preserved, the closer you get above, the more collapse it is, and it is full of decay and destruction washed by time.
Klein just took a look and a faint gray mist appeared around him. He directly resisted Calderon's rule of transforming all creatures into the dead with the person of the Source Castle.
It was not a negative impact for him that becoming a deceased, but he himself did not like that cold feeling.
The "gray and white flood" that had risen before has receded... Klein, wearing a top hat, windbreaker and cane, nodded thoughtfully, and stepped into the depths of Calderon, which could be seen with his naked eyes.
This time he used the extraordinary ability of the thief's path and directly stole the distance within the perception range to avoid entanglement with various dangerous monsters active in this mysterious city.
This is not because he is afraid of, but because of the monsters. If he hadn't wanted to waste time, he wouldn't mind taking the opportunity to collect a group of secret puppets to fill in the losses caused by the destruction of the utopia.
In addition to this reason, Klein was cautious about another point:
Calderon is a city of undead, and the deepest part of the earth is likely to flow with the river of eternal darkness. The secret puppet is essentially a dead person. Once it approaches the ground, there may be changes.
As he went deeper step by step, Klein found that he was a little overthinking:
None of the various monsters hidden in this strange city dared to appear. The breath of the Source Castle allowed their instinct to survive to overcome their mad tendencies and habits of predation.
The deeper you walked underground, the quieter Klein was around. The strange buildings were clearly intact, but they seemed to have been dead for many years, and even the breath became cold, dark and decaying.
Now it feels the same as watching a black and white silent movie. If I hadn't heard my breathing and heartbeat, I would have doubted if I was deaf... Klein coughed lightly and used his inner mumbling to fight the silence of death.
He intuitively believed that once he adapted to this environment and his body and mind became silent, he would die little by little in a truly, irreversible way.
The closer you get to the ground, the stronger this feeling is.
While stealing distance, Klein moved forward for a long time and finally saw the bottom of the deep pit.
No, this is not the bottom in the true sense, it is just that there is a huge, dark palace blocking the road down.
The palace is supported by giant pillars, inlaid with various bones and corpses from different parts, and is even covered in bloody skins of different races in some places.
Klein stared for a few seconds, without hesitation, carried the Star Staff and entered the interior of the palace through the open door.
On both sides of the hall are coffins of different shapes and colors. They are quietly placed there, as if even existence itself has been weathered by death.
As Klein entered, some sound suddenly came from inside the coffins, like rusty joints opening one by one.
The gray and white mist around Klein became richer, and all the coffins suddenly became quiet.
Neglecting these things, Klein came to the depths of the hall, where there was a downward gray-white stone staircase, and a huge stone tablet erected at the entrance.
At the top of the stone tablet stands a slender statue of a giant bird, like a bronze statue, with various pale symbols on its wings.
Under the bird-shaped bronze statue, the surface of the stone tablet, the words derived from the Word of the Dead seem to be different in shape, very simplified birds or snakes with different shapes, forming two vague words:
Even gods cannot get rid of them;
Even if you die, you will be detained.
Is this a warning to all creatures coming to Calderon not to go down this ladder?It leads directly to the River of Darkness?Klein's thoughts changed and he carefully interpreted the words on the stone tablet.
In his opinion, this seems to be an explanation that even the true god of sequence 0 will sink there once it approaches the River of Eternal Darkness and cannot escape, and even death itself will be imprisoned by this abstract river of source quality. Although it will not disappear from now on, it will not be liberated.
It seems that like the Chaos Sea, without source quality protection, even if it is just approaching the River of Eternal Darkness, it will cause terrible changes... Klein retracted his gaze, sorted out the bird-shaped gold jewelry on his chest pocket, and walked around the stone tablet with the bronze statue, and walked down step by step along the gray staircase.
He did not steal distance anymore to avoid crashing into danger directly.
In the dark and silenceless environment, the bird-shaped gold jewelry on Klein's chest emitted a pale glow, illuminating a very small area, just like a boat of life struggling to support the wave of death.
After walking down for a long time, the breath of the Source Castle around him expanded like a conditioned reflex and became extremely rich, like a gray-white silkworm cocoon.
At the same time, Klein slightly tilted his head and heard a slight, illusory clamor.
This seems to indicate that deep underground, not far from the current location, there is a river flowing slowly.
The next second, Klein looked down and looked down at his feet.
At some point, a dark, real-life stream came over there.
Its surface cannot even exist.
This is not the same as what I saw last time... Klein frowned slightly.
When he went to Calderon to hunt the Spirit World Raiders, it caused a certain change, causing a large amount of gray-white illusion to surge at the bottom of the deep pit.
I saw it twice, the colors were completely different.
Just as Klein was turning his mind, at the bottom of the stone steps, where the deep and dark tide came, a thin gray-white mist filled up, combining with the illusory water, expanding into a more misty gray-white light water.
After the water flowed to Klein's feet, it quietly shrank back, as if it was making periodic fluctuations.
The faint gray mist was a little familiar with Ah... Klein's expression suddenly became solemn.
After a few seconds of pause, he continued to go down.
This time, the rising illusion tide flooded him, making his body lighter, making his emotions quickly and cold, and making his thoughts gradually fade.
If it weren't for the protection of the Source Castle breath around, Crane suspected that she would passively and unable to resist the tide.
Next, the gray-white cocoon rose and fell in the water, and slowly reached the end of the ladder with the tide.
Beyond the end is nothingness, and there is a straight, wide, illusory, dark river without color flows through nothingness.
The river is so blurry that it is difficult to see clearly because it is surrounded by a grayish-white mist like a barrier.
Sure enough... Seeing this, Klein couldn't help but whisper.
He was not unfamiliar with this kind of fog. He had seen it behind the door of Bansy Ruins, at the easternmost part of the Land of Gods, and under the Source Fort!
Unlike other places, some of the water flows through the gray and white mist and produces a certain fusion with the latter, sometimes deep and sometimes pale.
This part of the river water kept rolling up and falling, like a tributary rushing over the black and white.
On both sides of the tributary, there were huge and pale stone pillars, which seemed to support something and prevent the other from collapse.
At this time, among these stone pillars, the edges of the tributaries, countless slightly blurred translucent figures were walking back and forth, wandering slowly but constantly resting.
Among them, the most eye-catching thing is a confused figure who sometimes walks deep into the tributary and sometimes turns back, but cannot escape from the river.
It is so huge, almost the same as the stone pillars around it. It is wearing a deep black robe and is already old on the side.
Suddenly, it turned its head and looked at Klein.
Its face has obvious characteristics of the Southern Continent, but it has rotted and traces have grown one after another, with white feathers stained with light butter.
Klein knew Him, the father of Mr. Azke, the Quaternary God of Death:
The Emperor of the Underworld Salinger.
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