... Seeing the reaction of General Ludwell of Hell, Klein was like the alive crew on the Black Tulip, almost unable to believe his eyes.
There were two scenarios he had originally expected:
First, Ludwell asked the demigods of the Spiritual Cult to help, ambush Germansparrow and the strong man behind him. This is not impossible. The Sequence 7 of the Death Path is called the Psychic, and he is also capable of predicting the coming of danger.
Second, this hell general was unprepared and forced to resist, and was easily solved by Mr. Azke.
Klein's plan is that if it is the first case, Mr. Azke will deal with the demigod, hunt the hell's general himself, and get the second secret puppet. If it is the second, he will beg Mr. Azke to watch, manipulate the secret puppet himself, and fight Ludwell alone. In this process, he will use his wriggling hunger to hide in various shadows and try to hide behind the scenes to digest the secret puppet master potion faster.
Who knew that the General of Hell did not do anything to resist, and directly crawled on the ground and kissed the deck if Azke's most loyal and humble servant.
How could this be fought... Klein looked ahead in a daze, not knowing whether he should say something.
And the entire boat was quiet.
Azk raised his hand and pressed the silk top hat on his head, and walked slowly towards Ludwell, who was kneeling on the ground.
One step, two steps, three steps, he stopped in front of General Ludwell, and spoke in a low voice:
Where has the artificial death plan of the Spirit Cult Group been carried out?
Ludwell's forehead was pressed against the ground and replied hoarsely:
The artificial god of death has been able to actively influence the high-sequencer who failed to advance, but is unable to respond to the prayers and rituals...
After describing, he slightly raised his upper body, took off the square black ring worn by his right hand, held it in both hands, and handed it forward.
Silently, the ring seemed to be held by countless spiritual bodies, flew up on its own and fell into Azk's palm.
Azik looked at it for a few seconds, twisted the ring and put it on his left index finger.
Suddenly, a terrifying and profound feeling of being indescribably high above spread out from him. The zombies and skeletons, either naked or wearing tattered leather armor, knelt down on one knee, buried their heads, as if they only dared to look directly at his leather boots. The flying resentful souls and shadows also fell to the ground, tightly pressed against the deck, and no more floated in the air.
The rest of the pirates on the ship fell to the ground one by one, buried their faces on the deck, and did not dare to lift them up at all.
Klein stood on the other end, looking at Mr. Azke's back and the scene that was open out of thin air, opening his mouth but saying nothing.
Azker took two more steps forward, came to the side of Admiral Hell, then turned around and faced Klein and said to Ludwell:
If you are his secret puppet for a year, you can return to the spiritual world when the time limit is reached.
Azk said this indifferently, and it did not seem to involve the life, death and future of the Hell Admiral, or, for him, it was just a small matter, and there was no need to care about the mood and thoughts of the person being ordered.
Ludwell's body trembled violently, as if he was angry and unwilling to accept it, but in the end he did not look up and still pressed his forehead against the deck:
Yes, the great consul of the death.
As soon as he finished speaking, the mysterious symbols rendered by pale and yin green appeared one after another, intertwined, forming an illusory bronze gate.
The bronze gate shrank rapidly, landed on the forehead of the Hell Admiral and drilled in.
Klein looked at it in a little surprised and confused, until Mr. Azke nodded at him and pointed at the Admiral of Hell, then he walked forward 10 meters and entered the range of 10 meters, controlling the line of Ludwell's spiritual body.
The pirate general tried to bounce his body several times and waved his arms, but he didn't put it into practice. Soon, his thoughts became stagnant and he struggled subconsciously.
After a while, Ludwell, the Hell-General wearing a silver-white mask, turned over and stood up, lowered his head, retreated to the side of Klein, and went to the left and right with the winner Enzo.
Azk watched quietly, and at the end he said slowly:
In the "God of Death" approach, the high-ranking person has a strong ability to suppress the lower-ranking person.
…It can be inferred that when I threw out your copper whistle before, the Hell General in Sequence 5 could not control his own undead creatures... Klein nodded slightly and signaled that he had remembered this matter.
Immediately afterwards, a corpse that had rotten several places climbed up and walked to Klein with a blue sleeve nail.
This is his lost fishman sleeve nail!
Although it is useless to me now, it is still back... Klein inexplicably sighed and reached out to take back the item of his own.
Then he saw Mr. Azk walking back and reaching out and grabbing his shoulder.
He quickly stretched out his hands and grabbed the shoulders of Enzo and Ludwell's two secret puppets.
All the colors became richer, bright but overlapping. Klein, who had entered the spiritual world, instinctively asked:
Mr. Azke, where are you now?
Furious sea.Azk replied calmly.
He paused and added:
Give me that copper whistle.
……OK.Klein asked the Secret Ou Enzo to take out the iron cigarette box and take out the quaint copper whistle inside.
Azk said quietly as he reached out to take it:
My intuition tells me that the ring left by the God of Death and the bronze whistle, and I should be able to find the place where the God of Death fell in the sea of rage.
Klein subconsciously spoke:
My dreams tell me that it is dangerous there.
Maybe we should first find the members of the Spirit Cult who are obsessed with the Artificial Death Plan, and then make a decision after getting more detailed information from them.
Azke was silent for a few seconds and said:
There was a voice calling me there.
Klein turned his head and looked at Mr. Azke. He saw the man with soft facial features, bronze eyes, with his vicissitudes of appearance, his outline was tight and there was no extra curve at the corners of his mouth.
Color blocks swept by quickly, and Azk led Klein to quickly enter the violent sea area where the dark storm swept through the dark lightning.
At this moment, the dark and cold square ring and the exquisite and quaint brass whistle flashed at the same time, illuminating Azk's face.
The surviving Consort of the Quaternary, closed his eyes, quietly sounded a cry from nowhere, and then snatched his right hand.
All the scenes in the nearby spiritual world collapsed inward and turned into a dark vortex with no visible edges to rotate slowly.
The vortex suddenly expanded and swallowed Azk, Klein and the two secret puppets.
Klein felt a sudden and intense dizziness and almost vomited on the spot.
It took him a long time to recover and find that he was in the dark and cold mausoleum, surrounded by open coffins, and decayed dead with white feathers on their backs lie on the coffins.
Although he reminded Mr. Azke, he still came here... Klein was stunned for a second, and an uncontrollable sense of helplessness suddenly emerged in his heart.
He turned his head and looked to the side, seeing Azk standing nearby, staring at the depths of the mausoleum leading to the steps.
There was a rich black air everywhere, and the haze flowed slowly like a smog.
What is hidden there is probably the artificial god of death... Klein couldn't help but remind him again.
The lines on Azk's face were no longer so tight, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised and said:
The previous sleep reminded me of more things. I saw myself sitting on the throne of the skull, and the extraordinary people and ordinary people who died in front of the throne. They did nothing wrong and suddenly died. Then they got up one by one, turning into pale undead creatures, undead creatures loyal to me.
And I just watched coldly without any emotional fluctuations, allowing such disasters to spread to the countryside and to the city.
This makes me feel like I am not like myself, but I know very well that this may be the real self.
The Death Consul of the Bayron Empire in the Fourth Century... Klein's mouth moved and he pursed him tightly.
Azk raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, and continued with a calm tone without any fluctuation:
I feel like I'm returning in this direction.
There were two scenarios he had originally expected:
First, Ludwell asked the demigods of the Spiritual Cult to help, ambush Germansparrow and the strong man behind him. This is not impossible. The Sequence 7 of the Death Path is called the Psychic, and he is also capable of predicting the coming of danger.
Second, this hell general was unprepared and forced to resist, and was easily solved by Mr. Azke.
Klein's plan is that if it is the first case, Mr. Azke will deal with the demigod, hunt the hell's general himself, and get the second secret puppet. If it is the second, he will beg Mr. Azke to watch, manipulate the secret puppet himself, and fight Ludwell alone. In this process, he will use his wriggling hunger to hide in various shadows and try to hide behind the scenes to digest the secret puppet master potion faster.
Who knew that the General of Hell did not do anything to resist, and directly crawled on the ground and kissed the deck if Azke's most loyal and humble servant.
How could this be fought... Klein looked ahead in a daze, not knowing whether he should say something.
And the entire boat was quiet.
Azk raised his hand and pressed the silk top hat on his head, and walked slowly towards Ludwell, who was kneeling on the ground.
One step, two steps, three steps, he stopped in front of General Ludwell, and spoke in a low voice:
Where has the artificial death plan of the Spirit Cult Group been carried out?
Ludwell's forehead was pressed against the ground and replied hoarsely:
The artificial god of death has been able to actively influence the high-sequencer who failed to advance, but is unable to respond to the prayers and rituals...
After describing, he slightly raised his upper body, took off the square black ring worn by his right hand, held it in both hands, and handed it forward.
Silently, the ring seemed to be held by countless spiritual bodies, flew up on its own and fell into Azk's palm.
Azik looked at it for a few seconds, twisted the ring and put it on his left index finger.
Suddenly, a terrifying and profound feeling of being indescribably high above spread out from him. The zombies and skeletons, either naked or wearing tattered leather armor, knelt down on one knee, buried their heads, as if they only dared to look directly at his leather boots. The flying resentful souls and shadows also fell to the ground, tightly pressed against the deck, and no more floated in the air.
The rest of the pirates on the ship fell to the ground one by one, buried their faces on the deck, and did not dare to lift them up at all.
Klein stood on the other end, looking at Mr. Azke's back and the scene that was open out of thin air, opening his mouth but saying nothing.
Azker took two more steps forward, came to the side of Admiral Hell, then turned around and faced Klein and said to Ludwell:
If you are his secret puppet for a year, you can return to the spiritual world when the time limit is reached.
Azk said this indifferently, and it did not seem to involve the life, death and future of the Hell Admiral, or, for him, it was just a small matter, and there was no need to care about the mood and thoughts of the person being ordered.
Ludwell's body trembled violently, as if he was angry and unwilling to accept it, but in the end he did not look up and still pressed his forehead against the deck:
Yes, the great consul of the death.
As soon as he finished speaking, the mysterious symbols rendered by pale and yin green appeared one after another, intertwined, forming an illusory bronze gate.
The bronze gate shrank rapidly, landed on the forehead of the Hell Admiral and drilled in.
Klein looked at it in a little surprised and confused, until Mr. Azke nodded at him and pointed at the Admiral of Hell, then he walked forward 10 meters and entered the range of 10 meters, controlling the line of Ludwell's spiritual body.
The pirate general tried to bounce his body several times and waved his arms, but he didn't put it into practice. Soon, his thoughts became stagnant and he struggled subconsciously.
After a while, Ludwell, the Hell-General wearing a silver-white mask, turned over and stood up, lowered his head, retreated to the side of Klein, and went to the left and right with the winner Enzo.
Azk watched quietly, and at the end he said slowly:
In the "God of Death" approach, the high-ranking person has a strong ability to suppress the lower-ranking person.
…It can be inferred that when I threw out your copper whistle before, the Hell General in Sequence 5 could not control his own undead creatures... Klein nodded slightly and signaled that he had remembered this matter.
Immediately afterwards, a corpse that had rotten several places climbed up and walked to Klein with a blue sleeve nail.
This is his lost fishman sleeve nail!
Although it is useless to me now, it is still back... Klein inexplicably sighed and reached out to take back the item of his own.
Then he saw Mr. Azk walking back and reaching out and grabbing his shoulder.
He quickly stretched out his hands and grabbed the shoulders of Enzo and Ludwell's two secret puppets.
All the colors became richer, bright but overlapping. Klein, who had entered the spiritual world, instinctively asked:
Mr. Azke, where are you now?
Furious sea.Azk replied calmly.
He paused and added:
Give me that copper whistle.
……OK.Klein asked the Secret Ou Enzo to take out the iron cigarette box and take out the quaint copper whistle inside.
Azk said quietly as he reached out to take it:
My intuition tells me that the ring left by the God of Death and the bronze whistle, and I should be able to find the place where the God of Death fell in the sea of rage.
Klein subconsciously spoke:
My dreams tell me that it is dangerous there.
Maybe we should first find the members of the Spirit Cult who are obsessed with the Artificial Death Plan, and then make a decision after getting more detailed information from them.
Azke was silent for a few seconds and said:
There was a voice calling me there.
Klein turned his head and looked at Mr. Azke. He saw the man with soft facial features, bronze eyes, with his vicissitudes of appearance, his outline was tight and there was no extra curve at the corners of his mouth.
Color blocks swept by quickly, and Azk led Klein to quickly enter the violent sea area where the dark storm swept through the dark lightning.
At this moment, the dark and cold square ring and the exquisite and quaint brass whistle flashed at the same time, illuminating Azk's face.
The surviving Consort of the Quaternary, closed his eyes, quietly sounded a cry from nowhere, and then snatched his right hand.
All the scenes in the nearby spiritual world collapsed inward and turned into a dark vortex with no visible edges to rotate slowly.
The vortex suddenly expanded and swallowed Azk, Klein and the two secret puppets.
Klein felt a sudden and intense dizziness and almost vomited on the spot.
It took him a long time to recover and find that he was in the dark and cold mausoleum, surrounded by open coffins, and decayed dead with white feathers on their backs lie on the coffins.
Although he reminded Mr. Azke, he still came here... Klein was stunned for a second, and an uncontrollable sense of helplessness suddenly emerged in his heart.
He turned his head and looked to the side, seeing Azk standing nearby, staring at the depths of the mausoleum leading to the steps.
There was a rich black air everywhere, and the haze flowed slowly like a smog.
What is hidden there is probably the artificial god of death... Klein couldn't help but remind him again.
The lines on Azk's face were no longer so tight, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised and said:
The previous sleep reminded me of more things. I saw myself sitting on the throne of the skull, and the extraordinary people and ordinary people who died in front of the throne. They did nothing wrong and suddenly died. Then they got up one by one, turning into pale undead creatures, undead creatures loyal to me.
And I just watched coldly without any emotional fluctuations, allowing such disasters to spread to the countryside and to the city.
This makes me feel like I am not like myself, but I know very well that this may be the real self.
The Death Consul of the Bayron Empire in the Fourth Century... Klein's mouth moved and he pursed him tightly.
Azk raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, and continued with a calm tone without any fluctuation:
I feel like I'm returning in this direction.
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