For a moment, Klein thought that Lieutenant General Tracy would do it directly because the other party's face had turned red with anger, and his blue eyes were much darker, as if the sea surface was on the storm.
But in the end, Tracy was not impulsive or reckless, turned her head and looked at Caterina Pelle, waiting for the ageless witch to make a decision.
She knew very well that although Sequence 5 and Sequence 4 were only one rank apart, they had essential differences, and it could not be compensated by tactics and performance. One of the two belongs to a specific normal human being, and the other has entered the realm of demigods. They are divine creatures and mythical creatures.
Moreover, it was obvious that there were more than two digits present at Sequence 4. Tracy was in front of them and felt that she was a low-sequencer.
The witch of the ageless Caterina Pelle was not angry, looking at Klein, who was facing Lieutenant General Zillingers' face, his eyes fluttered, and he chuckled:
What an interesting young man. If it weren't for Mr. 'Consul' here, I might not have revealed my inner vicissitudes and had an encounter with you and talked about a pure love.
No, you don't want to...it sounds terrible... Klein didn't dare to look directly at the other person, he could only look at the diseased girl Tracy.
Seeing that Azke Eggs had no expression, Katerina retracted her gaze and said to Tracy in her wonderful singing voice:
Suffering in pain, this may be a good thing for you.
She immediately looked at Azk with holy and dignity:
I remember that document, which records all the attempts of the Bailang royal family to resurrect the Death, but unfortunately, they all seemed to fail. In the end, they seemed to be considering artificial Death.
Are you still interested?
Artificial God of Death?
How do you create death?
Apart from uniqueness and extraordinary characteristics, how could there be any other way? This is not a planting of cabbage... The Pailang Empire in the past and the current spiritual sects will all go crazy, right?
Klein muttered a few words in secret, not inserting into the dialogue between the demigod and the half-human.
Azke pondered for two seconds and asked again:
What price do I have to pay?
Katerina smiled very youthful:
No, no need.
I thought about it carefully and help you recover your memory little by little, find the past, and become that "Consul of Death" again. It should be a very interesting thing, which can bring more changes and more fun to the world.
This is like a rebellious girl... A witch who is immortal is not only the body, but also the mentality?Klein felt that he couldn't grasp the other party's ideas.
Maybe it takes Sequence 6, Sequence 5, or Sequence 4 of the audience path?He subconsciously speculated.
Azk nodded, stretched out his right hand, and the paper and pen in the room flew over on its own, as if an invisible spirit was serving him.
He finished writing and threw the paper over:
You can summon my messenger.
It turned out that there was only one copper whistle...it could be maintained for more than a thousand years and it was indeed not a simple thing... Klein instinctively wanted to reach out and touch the Azker copper whistle in his lower pocket, but he forced himself to hold it back.
The Ageless Witch Katerina took the paper, glanced at it, and smiled:
I thought you would tell me directly where the underworld is.
She raised her head, her blue eyes with indescribable tenderness, and said with a smile:
I still remember how powerful and cruel Mr. Death Consul was, which left a profound impression on me.
I'm curious, why do you have so soft inside now?
Azk clenched his fist and pressed his mouth, smiled bitterly and shook his head:
I am immortal, not old. Once a person grows old, he will always become gentle.
No.Katerina said with deep eyes and no concealment, I look forward to the day when you completely regain your memory, and want to see how you evaluate yourself at that time.
Speaking of this, the corners of her mouth curled slightly and she blinked at Klein:
Perhaps we are releasing an existence that is more evil and terrifying than a demon.
...This is a provocation... Klein whispered in his heart, but he still couldn't help but think of the pale disaster recorded in history books and the classics of major churches. It caused the death of a large number of creatures and turned the Northern Continent into a living hell. The leaders of this disaster were the God of Death and the Original Witch, which was surrounded by the God of Death and the Witch Sect of the Southern Continent. Here, Mr. Azke, known as the Consul of Death, must also play a very important role...
Azke was silent for a few seconds, grabbed Klein's shoulder, took him into the spiritual world, and walked away. In the captain's room of the Black Death, only the old witch Caterina Pelle and the disease Lieutenant General Tracy were left.
The latter looked at the place where the two disappeared, relaxed for a while, and then gritted his teeth and said:
I will not forget this!
Katerina returned to her holy posture and smiled slightly:
It’s painful. The more painful it is, the more you can feel your own weakness.The pain reaches its extreme, and the desire to change oneself will be strong enough to help you withstand the potion, gain divinity in the ritual, and become a demigod...
Lieutenant General of Disease When Tracy heard this, he suddenly remembered something, his expression froze and asked:
Elaine was able to escape from the Black Death because...
Katerina smiled slightly and said:
You are my youngest child, but the one who is most likely to become a demigod. As a mother, of course I want to help you.
Tracy said with distorted muscles on her face:
It's Ah, I have you as a mother, and there is a mother...
Why didn’t you tell me the truth? You clearly have a low and medium sequence of several ways!
Katerina turned her body, her white robe was light and she said in a slight tone:
We all have to get close to the ‘original’.
We are all His children.
As she spoke, surging but quiet black flames rose from the huge sailboat dozens of meters long. They covered every corner and burned silently, but did not hurt the pirates on the Black Death, as if they were sorting out dust.
…………
The stacked color blocks flew away, and the indescribable transparent figures disappeared. Klein's spirituality suddenly touched and felt that all the items left on the Black Death had disappeared.
It is worthy of being the witch of the ageless... Klein sighed and was about to speak, but he fell again and left the spiritual world with Azk.
They are in a valley, spread along the river, with fertile fields, and manors and towns with very Rooney characteristics.
Klein looked around and found that the position he was standing at was a long-abandoned cemetery.
Mr. Azke… He shouted in confusion.
Azk walked to a tomb where the stone tablet was broken and covered by weeds, and said in a low voice:
After seeing Caterina Pelle, I remembered something again.
I once told you that in one of my dreams, in a certain life, there is a daughter who has soft black hair and likes to sit on the swing I built with my own hands and ask me for candy.
When I was walking through the spiritual world just now, I suddenly felt the call from my bloodline.
Klein was infected by the other party's emotions and asked quietly:
This is her...
Azk nodded, squatted down, and stroked the half of the tombstone. The bronze side face was gentle, sad, and confused:
This is her grave.
If I remember correctly, she has died nine hundred and twenty-six years...
In 926... Klein wanted to say something, but was cut off by that long time.
If the major churches had not forced the dead to be buried in cemeteries and had some supervision, and since the Fifth century, there would have been no place to find these graves and tombstones.
A person's life is only a few decades, but it is nine hundred and twenty-six years.
The abandoned cemetery was quiet for a while, and Azker stood up again and grabbed Klein's shoulder:
I'll send you back first.
After a few minutes of spiritual world shuttled through, Klein saw the white sheets and the brown floor again.
Azk pressed his hat and said calmly:
I continue my journey and you continue your adventures.
Klein nodded, and was about to speak, but saw Mr. Azke squirting the corners of his mouth and smiled:
Did you worry that I, who had completely recovered my memory, would become a witch-like evil person?
Before Klein could answer, Azker sighed:
I'm worried, too.
However, I want to find myself more.
After saying that, the void waves around him rippled like waves, and his figure disappeared into the room.
Klein stood there, without words for a long time.
He shook his head and laughed silently like self-comfort:
Maybe by then I am already a strong man in the angel rank and can establish an antisocial personality therapy hospital with Miss "Justice" as the attending physician...
Consolidating his thoughts, Klein sat down, habitually reminiscing and reviewing the action:
I originally thought I could graze a 'pain witch' and get further clues to the death literature and population disappearance cases. Who knew that the development and the results were not expected, and only achieved the initial goal.
Alas, I can't encourage Mr. Azke to take action. After all, he has not fully recovered, and there is an "undead witch" on the other side... It is more important to be strong in yourself. It is better to beg for others than to ask for others. Haha, think about it carefully, I am indeed begging for myself many times...
Missing population cases can be started with the buyer, the 'crazy captain' Conners Victor.
Klein changed his sitting position, nodded himself, and whispered in his heart:
The biggest gain this time is to initially establish the principle of faceless man playing, both integrating and withdrawing, and overcoming psychological barriers and alerting to the problem of being addicted to roles.
In this way, the potion that can only be digested by a simple and normal reality can be completely absorbed in another three or four months, and in another six months...
After reflecting on himself, Klein was about to go to bed. He took the radio receiver off the gray fog and contacted Arodes, a magic mirror.
Of course, the premise is to first divine the degree of danger on the gray fog.
But in the end, Tracy was not impulsive or reckless, turned her head and looked at Caterina Pelle, waiting for the ageless witch to make a decision.
She knew very well that although Sequence 5 and Sequence 4 were only one rank apart, they had essential differences, and it could not be compensated by tactics and performance. One of the two belongs to a specific normal human being, and the other has entered the realm of demigods. They are divine creatures and mythical creatures.
Moreover, it was obvious that there were more than two digits present at Sequence 4. Tracy was in front of them and felt that she was a low-sequencer.
The witch of the ageless Caterina Pelle was not angry, looking at Klein, who was facing Lieutenant General Zillingers' face, his eyes fluttered, and he chuckled:
What an interesting young man. If it weren't for Mr. 'Consul' here, I might not have revealed my inner vicissitudes and had an encounter with you and talked about a pure love.
No, you don't want to...it sounds terrible... Klein didn't dare to look directly at the other person, he could only look at the diseased girl Tracy.
Seeing that Azke Eggs had no expression, Katerina retracted her gaze and said to Tracy in her wonderful singing voice:
Suffering in pain, this may be a good thing for you.
She immediately looked at Azk with holy and dignity:
I remember that document, which records all the attempts of the Bailang royal family to resurrect the Death, but unfortunately, they all seemed to fail. In the end, they seemed to be considering artificial Death.
Are you still interested?
Artificial God of Death?
How do you create death?
Apart from uniqueness and extraordinary characteristics, how could there be any other way? This is not a planting of cabbage... The Pailang Empire in the past and the current spiritual sects will all go crazy, right?
Klein muttered a few words in secret, not inserting into the dialogue between the demigod and the half-human.
Azke pondered for two seconds and asked again:
What price do I have to pay?
Katerina smiled very youthful:
No, no need.
I thought about it carefully and help you recover your memory little by little, find the past, and become that "Consul of Death" again. It should be a very interesting thing, which can bring more changes and more fun to the world.
This is like a rebellious girl... A witch who is immortal is not only the body, but also the mentality?Klein felt that he couldn't grasp the other party's ideas.
Maybe it takes Sequence 6, Sequence 5, or Sequence 4 of the audience path?He subconsciously speculated.
Azk nodded, stretched out his right hand, and the paper and pen in the room flew over on its own, as if an invisible spirit was serving him.
He finished writing and threw the paper over:
You can summon my messenger.
It turned out that there was only one copper whistle...it could be maintained for more than a thousand years and it was indeed not a simple thing... Klein instinctively wanted to reach out and touch the Azker copper whistle in his lower pocket, but he forced himself to hold it back.
The Ageless Witch Katerina took the paper, glanced at it, and smiled:
I thought you would tell me directly where the underworld is.
She raised her head, her blue eyes with indescribable tenderness, and said with a smile:
I still remember how powerful and cruel Mr. Death Consul was, which left a profound impression on me.
I'm curious, why do you have so soft inside now?
Azk clenched his fist and pressed his mouth, smiled bitterly and shook his head:
I am immortal, not old. Once a person grows old, he will always become gentle.
No.Katerina said with deep eyes and no concealment, I look forward to the day when you completely regain your memory, and want to see how you evaluate yourself at that time.
Speaking of this, the corners of her mouth curled slightly and she blinked at Klein:
Perhaps we are releasing an existence that is more evil and terrifying than a demon.
...This is a provocation... Klein whispered in his heart, but he still couldn't help but think of the pale disaster recorded in history books and the classics of major churches. It caused the death of a large number of creatures and turned the Northern Continent into a living hell. The leaders of this disaster were the God of Death and the Original Witch, which was surrounded by the God of Death and the Witch Sect of the Southern Continent. Here, Mr. Azke, known as the Consul of Death, must also play a very important role...
Azke was silent for a few seconds, grabbed Klein's shoulder, took him into the spiritual world, and walked away. In the captain's room of the Black Death, only the old witch Caterina Pelle and the disease Lieutenant General Tracy were left.
The latter looked at the place where the two disappeared, relaxed for a while, and then gritted his teeth and said:
I will not forget this!
Katerina returned to her holy posture and smiled slightly:
It’s painful. The more painful it is, the more you can feel your own weakness.The pain reaches its extreme, and the desire to change oneself will be strong enough to help you withstand the potion, gain divinity in the ritual, and become a demigod...
Lieutenant General of Disease When Tracy heard this, he suddenly remembered something, his expression froze and asked:
Elaine was able to escape from the Black Death because...
Katerina smiled slightly and said:
You are my youngest child, but the one who is most likely to become a demigod. As a mother, of course I want to help you.
Tracy said with distorted muscles on her face:
It's Ah, I have you as a mother, and there is a mother...
Why didn’t you tell me the truth? You clearly have a low and medium sequence of several ways!
Katerina turned her body, her white robe was light and she said in a slight tone:
We all have to get close to the ‘original’.
We are all His children.
As she spoke, surging but quiet black flames rose from the huge sailboat dozens of meters long. They covered every corner and burned silently, but did not hurt the pirates on the Black Death, as if they were sorting out dust.
…………
The stacked color blocks flew away, and the indescribable transparent figures disappeared. Klein's spirituality suddenly touched and felt that all the items left on the Black Death had disappeared.
It is worthy of being the witch of the ageless... Klein sighed and was about to speak, but he fell again and left the spiritual world with Azk.
They are in a valley, spread along the river, with fertile fields, and manors and towns with very Rooney characteristics.
Klein looked around and found that the position he was standing at was a long-abandoned cemetery.
Mr. Azke… He shouted in confusion.
Azk walked to a tomb where the stone tablet was broken and covered by weeds, and said in a low voice:
After seeing Caterina Pelle, I remembered something again.
I once told you that in one of my dreams, in a certain life, there is a daughter who has soft black hair and likes to sit on the swing I built with my own hands and ask me for candy.
When I was walking through the spiritual world just now, I suddenly felt the call from my bloodline.
Klein was infected by the other party's emotions and asked quietly:
This is her...
Azk nodded, squatted down, and stroked the half of the tombstone. The bronze side face was gentle, sad, and confused:
This is her grave.
If I remember correctly, she has died nine hundred and twenty-six years...
In 926... Klein wanted to say something, but was cut off by that long time.
If the major churches had not forced the dead to be buried in cemeteries and had some supervision, and since the Fifth century, there would have been no place to find these graves and tombstones.
A person's life is only a few decades, but it is nine hundred and twenty-six years.
The abandoned cemetery was quiet for a while, and Azker stood up again and grabbed Klein's shoulder:
I'll send you back first.
After a few minutes of spiritual world shuttled through, Klein saw the white sheets and the brown floor again.
Azk pressed his hat and said calmly:
I continue my journey and you continue your adventures.
Klein nodded, and was about to speak, but saw Mr. Azke squirting the corners of his mouth and smiled:
Did you worry that I, who had completely recovered my memory, would become a witch-like evil person?
Before Klein could answer, Azker sighed:
I'm worried, too.
However, I want to find myself more.
After saying that, the void waves around him rippled like waves, and his figure disappeared into the room.
Klein stood there, without words for a long time.
He shook his head and laughed silently like self-comfort:
Maybe by then I am already a strong man in the angel rank and can establish an antisocial personality therapy hospital with Miss "Justice" as the attending physician...
Consolidating his thoughts, Klein sat down, habitually reminiscing and reviewing the action:
I originally thought I could graze a 'pain witch' and get further clues to the death literature and population disappearance cases. Who knew that the development and the results were not expected, and only achieved the initial goal.
Alas, I can't encourage Mr. Azke to take action. After all, he has not fully recovered, and there is an "undead witch" on the other side... It is more important to be strong in yourself. It is better to beg for others than to ask for others. Haha, think about it carefully, I am indeed begging for myself many times...
Missing population cases can be started with the buyer, the 'crazy captain' Conners Victor.
Klein changed his sitting position, nodded himself, and whispered in his heart:
The biggest gain this time is to initially establish the principle of faceless man playing, both integrating and withdrawing, and overcoming psychological barriers and alerting to the problem of being addicted to roles.
In this way, the potion that can only be digested by a simple and normal reality can be completely absorbed in another three or four months, and in another six months...
After reflecting on himself, Klein was about to go to bed. He took the radio receiver off the gray fog and contacted Arodes, a magic mirror.
Of course, the premise is to first divine the degree of danger on the gray fog.
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