With Patrick Bryan's chanting, the various skulls around the black coffin were gradually dyed with a layer of dark green. They blended with the white of the coffin, creating an extremely terrifying feeling.
The "spirit dance" became more and more intense as the voice that seemed to originate from the Underworld constantly reverberated. The skulls floated up one after another as though they possessed a life of their own.
Then, they were thrown towards the heavy, pitch-black coffin in an orderly fashion. They passed through the lid as though they didn't have a corporeal body and entered.
The coffin immediately transformed into a deep vortex that could never be filled. It expanded on the spot and emitted an aura that was cold, sinister, and supreme. It made Patrick Bryan instinctively tremble and lower his head.
This was the aura of an angel, a Death Consul!
At that moment, the Death believers who were dancing the "spirit dance" convulsed as they collapsed to the ground. Their consciousness turned blurry as though they were roaming the Underworld.
And above the gray fog, The Fool Klein, who had expanded his vision with the help of his marionette's prayer light, secretly heaved a sigh of relief. This was because the leader of the Charismatic Order's Artificial Death faction, the angel sleeping in the mausoleum, High Priest Haiter, had used a probing method that didn't exceed his expectations. He had used the enslavement and control that a Superior of the Death pathway had over a Inferior to directly obtain the information he wanted from Patrick Bryan.
To a certain extent, this was a form of "interrogation" at the level of the mind. Klein was already rather adept at dealing with it.
He immediately made the Red Priest card fly into his hand and into his body.
Suddenly, Klein was draped in a dark red robe that was formed from blood, rust, and smoke. His face had an additional dark gold mask with ancient patterns, and a crown embedded with red, blue, and green gems appeared on his head.
Following that, he mobilized all the powers of the mysterious space above the gray fog, turning them into an invisible torrent that surrounded the paper figurines that he had prepared ahead of time. Through the prayer light, they rushed towards Undying Patrick Bryan.
At that moment, Patrick, who was trembling in submission due to his teacher's aura, trembled slightly as though he had seen layers of holy wings.
Klein had hidden the flaming angel's exact appearance, only revealing a portion of it. In other words, he had interfered with the special effects himself.
Holy wings enveloped him before disappearing, making Patrick feel as though he was hallucinating.
As a Sequence 4 demigod, he quickly snapped to his senses and realized that he no longer wanted to obey or disobey his teacher's orders. A portion of his consciousness seemed to be extracted as he hovered high above the mind World, calmly looking down at everything.
At the same time, as a fanatic, Patrick Bryan didn't hesitate to treat Angel's Embrace as a gift from Death. He didn't doubt it at all.
At this moment, in the deep vortex formed by the pitch-black coffin, an old and cold voice that made one's soul feel like it was about to leave their body came out.
"Well done.
"Have you made any progress in awakening God recently?"
Patrick Bryan immediately followed the explanation given by His Excellency's Blessed and described his efforts and efforts with half-truths.
After a series of exchanges, Haiter, the Angel of Death on the other side of the vortex, didn't have any suspicions.
"Very good. Continue to do it. I will support you."
"He" paused for a moment and casually mentioned, "Very good.
"I'll send you an assistant first, a Sequence 5 Spirit Guide. Get him to help you complete the corresponding tasks and reduce the pressure on you."
Is this what His Excellency's Blessed meant when he said he didn't trust me? Teacher really doesn't wish to see me gain God's favor and threaten "His" position … Having been influenced by Klein in their daily correspondence, Patrick Bryan, who had slowly changed his perception, couldn't reject such "good intentions."
All he could do was respectfully reply, "Yes, Teacher."
Just as he said that, the pitch-black vortex suddenly expanded, turning into a pair of bronze doors covered in mysterious patterns that were indescribable.
With a creak, the door opened, revealing a crack.
Behind the crack was a deep and silent darkness. In the depths of the darkness, there seemed to be eyes that were silently watching the outside.
At this moment, a palm reached out and placed on the crack of the door.
Its skin was rather pale, and one could see the blue blood vessels beneath it.
With a grab and pull, a figure jumped out of the door.
It was a tall, young-looking man. He wore a black robe with red patterns and had his hood pulled up.
The lines of his face were soft, and his skin was brown. It was obvious that he was of the Southern Continent bloodline. His facial features weren't bad, but they lacked the color of blood.
Stepping on the solid ground, the young man didn't even look at Patrick Bryan. He raised his head and looked into the sky. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly as he narrowed his eyes and sighed.
"This is an intoxicating atmosphere …"
As a Beyonder of the Death pathway, Patrick Bryan was undoubtedly a little angry to be ignored by a Beyonder of a lower Sequence. However, he couldn't say anything in front of his teacher. All he could do was follow the procedure and end the ritual step by step.
During this process, The Fool Klein's reaction above the gray fog was even more intense than Patrick's.
This was because, through the "true vision" provided by the gray fog, he saw the abnormality of the newly arrived Spirit Guide!
The Spirit Guide's "Personal Underworld" expanded in a strange manner, encompassing every part of his body. And there was only one soul in the "Underworld." It was a young and handsome soul with a head of red hair and a rotting face. There was a flag mark on its glabella, and it wore blood-stained black armor.
Klein was no stranger to this soul, so he immediately recognized it.
The Red Angel evil spirit, Sauron Einhorn Medici!
This fellow has returned to Baekeland. Furthermore, he has a certain cooperative relationship with the angel of the Charismatic Order's Artificial Death faction … Klein instinctively took out the Red Priest card, accommodated the Tyrant card, and summoned the Sea God Scepter. He was prepared to give the Red Angel evil spirit a lightning storm, but as his thoughts raced, he restrained this urge and gave up on the corresponding thoughts.
This would expose Patrick Bryan's problem, allowing the angel of the Death domain, Haiter, to guess that something had happened to Artificial Death!
This wasn't beneficial to the Evernight Goddess's grasp and digestion of the Death pathway's Uniqueness.
Amidst his thoughts, Klein quickly left the world above the gray fog and returned to the real World. He made his marionette silently but quickly leave the garment factory and "Teleport" away with his main body.
He had originally planned on creating a terrifying experience for Patrick Bryan after the ritual ended, and he had made some preparations in advance. At that moment, he could only give up to prevent himself from being discovered by the Red Angel evil spirit.
In the garment factory, the young Necromancer who was possessed by Sauron Einhorn Medici pulled his hood even lower. He turned his head slightly and looked somewhere outside.
It was the spot where Klein's marionette, Qonas Kilgor, had been hiding. It was nearly a kilometer away from the garment factory.
After gazing at him for a few seconds, the young necromancer put on a faint smile.
Patrick Bryan was just about to say something and use his identity as the person-in-charge of the Charismatic Order's Artificial Death faction, Baekeland, to give his teacher's envoy a warning when his spiritual perception was triggered. His body turned around in a strange manner as he cast his gaze at another building in the garment factory.
On the second floor of the building, behind a glass window in a room, a pair of emotionless black eyes were staring at him.
Patrick Bryan's eyelids twitched as his body suddenly vanished.
Oh!
A cold wind blew, causing the glass window to silently decay. Without any movement, it shattered into countless "snowflakes."
In the corresponding room, the black-robed, thin-faced Patrick appeared. He saw that the owner of the pair of cold black eyes was a crudely made clay figurine.
Who made the puppet … Who moved it here? Patrick Bryan cautiously looked around, not letting go of any corner.
Just as he cast his gaze towards the corridor and his body was facing the glassless window, the crude clay figurine's pitch-black eyes suddenly turned. Then, it raised its hands and grabbed at Patrick's neck.
Halfway through this action, the clay figurine seemed to lose its support and no longer had any vitality. Many cracks appeared on its surface, and it instantly disintegrated into a pile of fragments.
Patrick Bryan's figure first vanished before he appeared in the corridor. He stared at the collapsed clay figurine as though he was facing a formidable foe.
In that instant, he had truly jumped in fright. Although there were all sorts of strange and horrifying things related to spirits, it was still rather terrifying for a puppet to suddenly come to life without the influence of an external Spirit Body.
The clay figurine's fragments lay there silently, motionless. Patrick Bryan waited patiently for a while before finally confirming that there were no abnormalities.
He once again traversed the spirit world and returned to the place where the ritual had been held.
At that moment, the heavy, pitch-black coffin had completely rotted, as though it had been buried in the soil for hundreds or thousands of years. As for the surrounding believers who sensed the Underworld, they slowly recovered from their semi-conscious states.
Patrick Bryan looked around a few times, but he didn't see the young Spirit Guide his teacher had sent. He had no idea when he had left the area.
Wasn't he here to monitor me? This demigod of the Death pathway was at a loss.
Considering the abnormality he had just discovered — the living clay figurine — Patrick Bryan didn't delay any further. He quickly awakened his believers, cleaned up the scene, and removed all traces.
After he was done, he suddenly heard a voice.
"Does this garment factory belong to you?"
Patrick Bryan's figure instantly vanished, and when he appeared again, he was already facing the person who spoke. It was the young "Spirit Guide" who had disappeared to who knew where.
"No," Patrick said with a slight frown.
How could he do such things in his own clothing factory? Wouldn't there be no way out if he was exposed?
"He's not too stupid …" The young Spirit Guide nodded gently.
Patrick's eyes narrowed slightly as he held back his anger.
"Where did you go just now?"
The young Spirit Guide chuckled.
"I went to a familiar place and met a friend."
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