If the demigod creature had not automatically crashed into the Demon Oil Painting just now, I would have to summon Mr. World's historical pore images... Uh, I don't know if this is considered to directly ask an angel-level helper... Forsy drank the potion while thinking.
To her, the bottle of potion was like ice water that was extremely low in temperature and could frostbite people. Wherever she passed, all her feelings disappeared, leaving only her thoughts that had not yet solidified.
When a person is extremely cold, he will inevitably have hallucinations. In Forsy's sight, a night sky suddenly appeared. In the night sky, dense and dazzling stars intertwined into a dream river.
Fols's body surface reflected a little bit after bit of starlight, which seemed to come from her.
The little bit of pure starlight formed an invisible connection with the different stars in the night sky. With the flash of those lights, they twisted and wriggled, and drilled out of Fors' body like insects, wanting to join the galaxy that was set in pieces like a slight diamond.
They each carry some flesh and blood and some consciousness, like uncontrolled clones.
Fors' thoughts were quickly and chaotic, becoming confused, and he could hardly control himself to fight the tendency of separation.
At this moment, she sensed something illusory.
It was the seal she completed using the Demon Oil Painting, which projected into this mysterious world produced by the potion, forming an abstract, vague mark.
Fors did not think, and by instinct, he extended part of his consciousness and spirituality past, entangled with that abstract mark.
This mark is not so harmonious with her, and it seems that there is a part that does not belong to her, but it can barely blend with her.
Suddenly, in Forth's mind, the abstract mark became quite clear, a layered door with mysterious symbols.
This door hid Fors behind her, and isolated her from the surrounding starry sky.
At the same time, on the other side of the door, the sealed terrifying creature seemed to sense the breath of the enemy, and used its own divine nature to madly erode the illusory door, which just offset the influence of the external starry sky on Fors.
After lasting for more than ten seconds, the night sky flowing with the brilliant Milky Way slowly faded away, and the little starlight immediately returned to Fors' body and merged with her.
At this time, a deep darkness appeared in front of Forth, and deep in the darkness was endless storms and occasional lightning.
The next second, the familiar sound rang in Forth's ears, which pierced into her head like steel nails stirring the brain.
Forsi's expression suddenly became distorted. If she had not experienced similar things again and again, she had a certain resistance and had the status of a saint, she would have probably lost control at this time.
Of course, there must be good luck in this.
It took several seconds for her to rely on her meditation skills to finally recover and hear clearly what the voice was calling.
It is asking for help!
It was not the giant language, nor the elf language or the ancient Hormith language, but a language that Fors had never been exposed to, but she could understand it at once, and felt that it was like the real source of many current languages.
Whenever the full moon is full, Mr. Dome shouts "Help" wildly, which is simply a shame among the angel king... However, even if He is asking for help, it is an unbearable horror for me... Forsy murmured a few words in his heart, thinking about pretending not to hear it. After initially restraining his spirituality and mastering the extraordinary ability of the Secret Master, he would talk to Mr. Dome again next time, the full moon, and he would still have some communication now.
Suddenly, the shouting from the infinite distance stopped, and there was a dead silence around him.
After two or three seconds, a faint sound that could pierce the spirit body came into Fors' mind:
You are using extraordinary qualities from Abrahams.
This sentence is straightforward and has no ups and downs, but it makes Forsi's forehead leaps blood vessels, his eyes are densely covered with thin filaments, and his body is shining brightly.
She almost lost control of herself.
Who are you?Fors calmed down and asked deliberately.
The voice that seemed to induce her to lose control step by step said with a low smile:
You can call me Mr. Door.
You should be familiar with me.
The angel king of the Quaternary period directly pointed out that Fors had a certain connection with Him and could hear the murmuring of the full moon.
...I want to write you into the novel!Fors bit his teeth secretly and asked:
Dear Mr. "Gate", are you the ancestor of the Abraham family, His Highness Bethel?
The sound that traveled through countless barriers restored the dullness he had just now:
Yes.
So do you know that your ‘please help’ has put the entire Abraham family in a curse that lasted for more than a thousand years, and that basically no one can become a ‘traveler’ or even a ‘record officer’?They always get out of control as monsters when they are promoted or on a full moon night.Fors felt that he could not have a long conversation with Mr. Door, otherwise his tendency to lose control would be irreversible, so he directly raised the question that Abrahams were most concerned about.
Mr. Door said in silence for two seconds:
They no longer have the ‘secret wizard’ and no other demigods?
There was no more after the 'Four Emperors Battle' and the curse you brought that no one could be promoted to the demigod. If you can stop calling for help for ten years, maybe a new demigod Abraham will be born, which will be more helpful for your escape.Forsy sincerely made his own suggestions.
Mr. Door sighed:
I was exiled to the eternal darkness, and was blocked by a storm that would not stop. I could not know what was going on in the real world, nor did I expect that there was no demigod left in the entire Abraham family.
Lie... It was not Fors who calmly made this evaluation, but was holding the Fool's card, holding the Star Staff, sitting in the Source Castle, closely monitoring Klein corresponding to the crimson stars.
He remembered that the Great mentioned in his diary that Mr. Dom had a certain understanding of reality. He seemed to be able to see and hear the situation outside the seal with the changes brought by the full moon.
After sighing, Mr. Door continued:
Moreover, the call for help at the full moon is not something I can control.
Why?Fors was surprised and blurted out.
Mr. Door said in a vague voice:
You are already a demigod, so you should be clear, that is, the higher the sequence, the greater the threat of madness.
Even if a normal angel can walk freely on the ground and do what he likes without having to engage in additional battles, he may gradually be influenced by extraordinary characteristics, become unlike myself, and even become half-crazy. I am an angel king who has been exiled and sealed for more than a thousand years, and I don’t even have a partner to communicate with. Not being completely crazy has shown that I am strong and lucky enough.
Whenever the full moon comes, my crazy part will be strengthened, leaving me uncontrollable and I can only keep calling for help.
So that's it... If I were locked up like this, I might have gone crazy for a few months... Well, if I could provide alcoholic beverages, newspapers and magazines, various books, and different delicacies, I could hold on for a year, no, half a year... Fors nodded suddenly and asked quite perfunctorily:
Is there anything that can be done for you?How can the Abrahams eliminate the curse?
Mr. Door was silent for a few seconds and said:
Arrange the rituals to help me get out of trouble, and then the curse will no longer exist.
There are two kinds of rituals. One is to sacrifice one of the demigods in the ways of "divinator", "apprentice" and "thief"... The other is to draw the blood of at least ninety-nine extraordinary peoples of the Abraham family and use it to draw a symbol like this...
...I will tell them.Fors responded immediately.
At the same time, she added in her heart: The premise is to get permission from Mr. Fool.
Mr. Door smiled and said:
If I can get out of it, I will help you become an angel...
His voice became increasingly ethereal and weaker, as if he was returning to its original state step by step as Forth's promotion ended.
In just two or three seconds, Fors could not hear the sound of her being able to walk a little by little on the road to out of control, and the deep darkness and terrifying storm in front of her also disappeared.
However, before this scene completely faded, Fors vaguely saw a vast land composed of deep red rocks through them, and saw an ancient building similar to a pyramid standing there. Behind the building, the darkness and stars were shining, which was completely different from the starry sky that he, an astrologer, saw on the ground.
What's this?Fors shook his head, controlled his divergent thoughts, and began to seriously conquer his spirituality.
After she had just adapted to the state of the Secret Master, she immediately posed for prayer and reported her experience to Mr. Fool without any omission.
After doing this, Fors put away the Demon Oil Paintings and teleported back to Pulitz Harbor to meet with the teacher Dorian Gray Brahma who was waiting in the warehouse.
Seeing that the students were safe and sound, Dorian exhaled and said with a very believer style:
Thanks to Mr. "Follower" for his blessing.
He finally taught a Sequence 4 Secret Mage without Rebellion.
Because Mr. Fool has not responded yet, Fors did not inform the teacher of his conversation with Mr. Door, and was preparing to wait until the next full moon.
She smiled relaxedly:
In addition to thanking Mr. "Follower", we also have to thank you teacher.
…………
Above the gray fog, inside the ancient palace.
Klein had no doubt about Mr. Door's claim to be half-crazy, but he felt that there might be more secrets hidden in it. For example, why did Mr. Door always induce Emperor Rossell to go to the moon, where it was occupied by an external god.
After thinking about it, he took out the crimson crown and master key from the fog of history, intending to actively create a full moon environment, and listen to Mr. Door's shouting again.
The effect of this combination has long been confirmed, and Klein soon heard the sound that seemed to be able to pierce his spirit.
What this voice shouted was:
Don't save me... Don't save me...
To her, the bottle of potion was like ice water that was extremely low in temperature and could frostbite people. Wherever she passed, all her feelings disappeared, leaving only her thoughts that had not yet solidified.
When a person is extremely cold, he will inevitably have hallucinations. In Forsy's sight, a night sky suddenly appeared. In the night sky, dense and dazzling stars intertwined into a dream river.
Fols's body surface reflected a little bit after bit of starlight, which seemed to come from her.
The little bit of pure starlight formed an invisible connection with the different stars in the night sky. With the flash of those lights, they twisted and wriggled, and drilled out of Fors' body like insects, wanting to join the galaxy that was set in pieces like a slight diamond.
They each carry some flesh and blood and some consciousness, like uncontrolled clones.
Fors' thoughts were quickly and chaotic, becoming confused, and he could hardly control himself to fight the tendency of separation.
At this moment, she sensed something illusory.
It was the seal she completed using the Demon Oil Painting, which projected into this mysterious world produced by the potion, forming an abstract, vague mark.
Fors did not think, and by instinct, he extended part of his consciousness and spirituality past, entangled with that abstract mark.
This mark is not so harmonious with her, and it seems that there is a part that does not belong to her, but it can barely blend with her.
Suddenly, in Forth's mind, the abstract mark became quite clear, a layered door with mysterious symbols.
This door hid Fors behind her, and isolated her from the surrounding starry sky.
At the same time, on the other side of the door, the sealed terrifying creature seemed to sense the breath of the enemy, and used its own divine nature to madly erode the illusory door, which just offset the influence of the external starry sky on Fors.
After lasting for more than ten seconds, the night sky flowing with the brilliant Milky Way slowly faded away, and the little starlight immediately returned to Fors' body and merged with her.
At this time, a deep darkness appeared in front of Forth, and deep in the darkness was endless storms and occasional lightning.
The next second, the familiar sound rang in Forth's ears, which pierced into her head like steel nails stirring the brain.
Forsi's expression suddenly became distorted. If she had not experienced similar things again and again, she had a certain resistance and had the status of a saint, she would have probably lost control at this time.
Of course, there must be good luck in this.
It took several seconds for her to rely on her meditation skills to finally recover and hear clearly what the voice was calling.
It is asking for help!
It was not the giant language, nor the elf language or the ancient Hormith language, but a language that Fors had never been exposed to, but she could understand it at once, and felt that it was like the real source of many current languages.
Whenever the full moon is full, Mr. Dome shouts "Help" wildly, which is simply a shame among the angel king... However, even if He is asking for help, it is an unbearable horror for me... Forsy murmured a few words in his heart, thinking about pretending not to hear it. After initially restraining his spirituality and mastering the extraordinary ability of the Secret Master, he would talk to Mr. Dome again next time, the full moon, and he would still have some communication now.
Suddenly, the shouting from the infinite distance stopped, and there was a dead silence around him.
After two or three seconds, a faint sound that could pierce the spirit body came into Fors' mind:
You are using extraordinary qualities from Abrahams.
This sentence is straightforward and has no ups and downs, but it makes Forsi's forehead leaps blood vessels, his eyes are densely covered with thin filaments, and his body is shining brightly.
She almost lost control of herself.
Who are you?Fors calmed down and asked deliberately.
The voice that seemed to induce her to lose control step by step said with a low smile:
You can call me Mr. Door.
You should be familiar with me.
The angel king of the Quaternary period directly pointed out that Fors had a certain connection with Him and could hear the murmuring of the full moon.
...I want to write you into the novel!Fors bit his teeth secretly and asked:
Dear Mr. "Gate", are you the ancestor of the Abraham family, His Highness Bethel?
The sound that traveled through countless barriers restored the dullness he had just now:
Yes.
So do you know that your ‘please help’ has put the entire Abraham family in a curse that lasted for more than a thousand years, and that basically no one can become a ‘traveler’ or even a ‘record officer’?They always get out of control as monsters when they are promoted or on a full moon night.Fors felt that he could not have a long conversation with Mr. Door, otherwise his tendency to lose control would be irreversible, so he directly raised the question that Abrahams were most concerned about.
Mr. Door said in silence for two seconds:
They no longer have the ‘secret wizard’ and no other demigods?
There was no more after the 'Four Emperors Battle' and the curse you brought that no one could be promoted to the demigod. If you can stop calling for help for ten years, maybe a new demigod Abraham will be born, which will be more helpful for your escape.Forsy sincerely made his own suggestions.
Mr. Door sighed:
I was exiled to the eternal darkness, and was blocked by a storm that would not stop. I could not know what was going on in the real world, nor did I expect that there was no demigod left in the entire Abraham family.
Lie... It was not Fors who calmly made this evaluation, but was holding the Fool's card, holding the Star Staff, sitting in the Source Castle, closely monitoring Klein corresponding to the crimson stars.
He remembered that the Great mentioned in his diary that Mr. Dom had a certain understanding of reality. He seemed to be able to see and hear the situation outside the seal with the changes brought by the full moon.
After sighing, Mr. Door continued:
Moreover, the call for help at the full moon is not something I can control.
Why?Fors was surprised and blurted out.
Mr. Door said in a vague voice:
You are already a demigod, so you should be clear, that is, the higher the sequence, the greater the threat of madness.
Even if a normal angel can walk freely on the ground and do what he likes without having to engage in additional battles, he may gradually be influenced by extraordinary characteristics, become unlike myself, and even become half-crazy. I am an angel king who has been exiled and sealed for more than a thousand years, and I don’t even have a partner to communicate with. Not being completely crazy has shown that I am strong and lucky enough.
Whenever the full moon comes, my crazy part will be strengthened, leaving me uncontrollable and I can only keep calling for help.
So that's it... If I were locked up like this, I might have gone crazy for a few months... Well, if I could provide alcoholic beverages, newspapers and magazines, various books, and different delicacies, I could hold on for a year, no, half a year... Fors nodded suddenly and asked quite perfunctorily:
Is there anything that can be done for you?How can the Abrahams eliminate the curse?
Mr. Door was silent for a few seconds and said:
Arrange the rituals to help me get out of trouble, and then the curse will no longer exist.
There are two kinds of rituals. One is to sacrifice one of the demigods in the ways of "divinator", "apprentice" and "thief"... The other is to draw the blood of at least ninety-nine extraordinary peoples of the Abraham family and use it to draw a symbol like this...
...I will tell them.Fors responded immediately.
At the same time, she added in her heart: The premise is to get permission from Mr. Fool.
Mr. Door smiled and said:
If I can get out of it, I will help you become an angel...
His voice became increasingly ethereal and weaker, as if he was returning to its original state step by step as Forth's promotion ended.
In just two or three seconds, Fors could not hear the sound of her being able to walk a little by little on the road to out of control, and the deep darkness and terrifying storm in front of her also disappeared.
However, before this scene completely faded, Fors vaguely saw a vast land composed of deep red rocks through them, and saw an ancient building similar to a pyramid standing there. Behind the building, the darkness and stars were shining, which was completely different from the starry sky that he, an astrologer, saw on the ground.
What's this?Fors shook his head, controlled his divergent thoughts, and began to seriously conquer his spirituality.
After she had just adapted to the state of the Secret Master, she immediately posed for prayer and reported her experience to Mr. Fool without any omission.
After doing this, Fors put away the Demon Oil Paintings and teleported back to Pulitz Harbor to meet with the teacher Dorian Gray Brahma who was waiting in the warehouse.
Seeing that the students were safe and sound, Dorian exhaled and said with a very believer style:
Thanks to Mr. "Follower" for his blessing.
He finally taught a Sequence 4 Secret Mage without Rebellion.
Because Mr. Fool has not responded yet, Fors did not inform the teacher of his conversation with Mr. Door, and was preparing to wait until the next full moon.
She smiled relaxedly:
In addition to thanking Mr. "Follower", we also have to thank you teacher.
…………
Above the gray fog, inside the ancient palace.
Klein had no doubt about Mr. Door's claim to be half-crazy, but he felt that there might be more secrets hidden in it. For example, why did Mr. Door always induce Emperor Rossell to go to the moon, where it was occupied by an external god.
After thinking about it, he took out the crimson crown and master key from the fog of history, intending to actively create a full moon environment, and listen to Mr. Door's shouting again.
The effect of this combination has long been confirmed, and Klein soon heard the sound that seemed to be able to pierce his spirit.
What this voice shouted was:
Don't save me... Don't save me...
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