After silently staring at the goats and rabbits for more than ten seconds, Klein closed his eyes and flicked his right index and middle finger as though he was pressing an invisible piano key.
About a third of the marionettes suddenly collapsed, losing the feeling of being alive.
Klein's expression immediately warped as though he had been struck 33 times with a greatsword.
The familiar and extreme pain swept through his Spirit Body, causing faint, light-colored granules to appear on the surface of his body. Every granule seemed to be gestating a transparent maggot.
This was the backlash from killing 33 Worms of Spirit at once.
After recovering for nearly fifteen minutes, Klein began his second attempt to kill the other one-third of his marionettes.
The same pain, the same rest, and the same actions repeated themselves. Klein finally finished off this batch of cursed marionettes.
He couldn't do it all at once because the damage from a hundred Worms of Spirit dying at the same time was enough to push him close to losing control. And being cursed meant that he couldn't directly resolve the problem by retrieving the characteristic.
Of course, this was the standard of a Scholar of Yore who had just advanced not long ago, and not the performance of a Scholar of Yore who was about to finish digesting the potion.
In fact, losing a hundred Worms of Spirit at once only increased Klein's pain, but it didn't cause him to show any signs of losing control. It didn't affect his combat. He was only acting, allowing his performance to match the corresponding position.
At his level, losing more than half of the Worms of Spirit at the same time was a possibility of losing control.
After he completely digested the Scholar of Yore potion, he would be able to recover from losing nearly five hundred Worms of Spirit at once. Even if the corresponding Beyonder characteristics were all lost and didn't return, he wouldn't drop in level or level. He could slowly recover his strength by absorbing the Beyonder characteristics of the Seer pathway.
After completing this matter, Klein, who had calmed down, walked out of the half-collapsed tower and went into the darkness outside to bring back a few white rabbits and a goat.
Only now did he realize that the darkness of the Forsaken Land of the Gods was not as dangerous as Little Sun had described. Most of the monsters were very weak.
No, to be precise, apart from making people evaporate into thin air, the dangers hidden in the depths of the darkness can't compare to this fellow named Amon beside me … Klein swept his gaze at the thin man who was sitting near the leather lantern and smiling at him. He summoned boiling water and other items from the Historical Void, squatted down, and seriously dealt with the white rabbit and goat's fur and flesh.
After busying himself, Klein started a bonfire and set up a grill that originated from history. He placed a white rabbit on it and brushed it with basil, fennel, salt, and other ingredients that came from the seasoning set. He kept flipping it.
At this time, the historical delicacies that he had eaten before had already disappeared because he did not maintain them. His body and soul were calling out for replenishment.
An alluring fragrance gradually spread out. Amon's nose twitched slightly.
"You really want to eat it?"
Without waiting for Klein's reply, the God of Mischief continued, "That's right.
"In essence, they are the flesh and blood of monsters and your Worms of Spirit. Are you sure you want to eat them?"
"There's no way to remove a Transformation Curse at the level of an angel without the right method to resist it at the same level. Since something looks like a rabbit, smells like a rabbit, and tastes like a rabbit, it's a rabbit." As Klein seriously roasted the rabbit, he gave a self-deprecating laugh. "Besides, if I want to escape from your hands, how can I not be in my best state? For this slim hope, I can only challenge my psychological endurance. "
This is called enduring humiliation to carry out an important mission! Klein silently added in his heart.
At the same time, he sighed at the Ancient Bane's Transformation Curse.
This is many times stronger than a similar curse from a Sequence 3 Disciple of Silence!
There's almost no upper limit to the amount of time it can be maintained … Clearly, after ordinary animals become my marionettes, they can use all my Beyonder powers through the Worms of Spirit, but a marionette that suffers a Transformation Curse can't … This is a curse at the level of an angel … Apart from resisting it at the same level, there's also the right method to remove it. No curse is absolutely unresolvable. They all have loopholes … Heh heh, will kissing this rabbit make it turn back into a German Sparrow? Klein adjusted his mental state in a self-deprecating and analytical manner.
After hearing his answer, the monocle-wearing Amon smiled and nodded.
"Very good.
"That's indeed the realization I should have."
Klein didn't respond as he continued his barbecue business.
Not long after, with the help of his Flame Controlling ability, he roasted a rabbit and a lamb leg. Taking advantage of the fact that the spices had yet to disappear, he used the sweet iced tea he summoned from the Historical Void to eat it. The fragrance lingered in his mouth as his body and mind relaxed. This effectively alleviated the depression, despair, and hesitation from being "kidnapped" by Amon.
During this process, Klein would occasionally think of the disgusting looks of the monsters, as well as the fact that the Worms of Spirit were equivalent to him. However, he managed to control his feelings very well.
After filling his stomach and recovering his energy, Klein turned the remaining ingredients by the fire into rations, as though he was accumulating food for his subsequent journey.
As he watched him slowly but methodically make all sorts of preparations, Amon suddenly nudged his monocle and curled the corners of his lips.
"Actually, you're stalling for time in an attempt to extend the journey to the real destination, right?"
Klein's hands paused for a moment before returning to normal. He smiled.
"That's right, I'm waiting for a helper.
"Who do you think it will be?"
Amon didn't answer directly as he smiled.
"I'm looking forward to it."
"…" Klein continued his work until he prepared enough rations for three to four meals.
He thought for a moment and once again reached his hand into the void in front of Amon. He failed again and again, trying again and again. It was unknown what he was trying to summon. It was as though he was using his actions to tell Amon if he had the guts to steal it.
Amon looked at it for a few seconds before smiling and shaking his head. He slowly stood up and walked out of the half-collapsed tower-like building.
Klein's right hand stopped in midair before he retracted it and pinched his forehead.
He muttered to himself in puzzlement,
"What did I want to do just now …"
Amidst his memories, Klein stood up, brought the packed rations, and walked to Amon's side with a leather lantern.
The man and angel circled around the hill and entered a river valley.
The water here flowed, but when the dim yellow light from the lantern shone over, and when the lightning in the sky lit up the area, Klein realized that there was no water in the riverbed at all. The sound he had heard had vanished as well.
"A river that has been turned into a concealed state?" After some deliberation, Klein asked Amon without minding it.
"Yes, it will only appear in the darkness without any light." Amon nodded slightly and replied indifferently.
"Can I drink it?" Klein pressed.
Amon smiled and said, "Yes.
This was once one of the water sources of a city that had persisted in the darkness for 1,600 years. As long as the water can be brought away from the riverbed, it can appear in places with light.
"Your next step is to suggest that I wait by the side with the lantern and replenish my water in the darkness?
"Then, take this opportunity to transform into a concealed state?"
Klein smiled awkwardly.
"How can I use such a simple and easy method?"
Amon chuckled when he heard that. He stroked his monocle and said, "Sometimes, the simplest plan is the most effective.
"Sometimes, the simplest plan is the most effective. You can give it a try."
Klein didn't dare to believe the words of a top-notch swindler, but he didn't dare to disbelieve them either. He was afraid that the swindler was saying the exact opposite.
He could only put the matter of the water aside and asked, "What's the matter?
"In the Forsaken Land of the Gods, how many human settlements are there like the City of Silver that have yet to be destroyed?"
Amon stared ahead, his expression unchanged.
"I don't know more than ten.
"In this aspect, the City of Silver is lucky. At least they can see and have the ability to touch the dawn."
This means that the City of Silver is close to the Giant King's Court, the Forsaken Land of the Gods. There's no need to risk their lives to reach it. As for the other cities, no matter how hard they defend in the darkness or how many exploration teams they send out, it would be a futile struggle. It's impossible for them to find the exit? Indeed, from this point of view, Silver is unfortunate and lucky … It all depends on which side it's compared to … Klein held the leather lantern and walked along the riverbank as he began to think of a second escape plan.
Amon walked beside him, occasionally providing him with methods that looked reliable but had unknown effects. He acted as if he had schizophrenia and was trying his best to destroy his main body's hopes of obtaining Sefirah Castle.
…
In the City of Silver on the other side of the Giant King's Court.
Derrick Berg accepted the Chief's summon and took the Unshadowed Crucifix to the top of the spire before entering a spacious room.
A mysterious and complicated altar had been set up here. Different items were placed in different spots. There were a total of six items, all of which emitted a dangerous aura.
Derrick swept his gaze over and saw an ordinary silver flute, a mask made of a skull, and the remains of a shapeshifter.
"You have the Unshadowed Crucifix. You can stay here for fifteen minutes, but you can't exceed that. Otherwise, you will suddenly die," Colin Iliad, who was wearing a linen shirt and a brown coat, exhorted Derrick.
Derrick's spiritual perception was triggered as he asked,
"Your Excellency, is this because of the Twilight Mask?"
His right hand pointed at the mask made of a skull at the same time.
"Yes." Colin nodded slightly and said, "I've already prepared the remains of six powerful creatures. They were all hunted by me alone or as part of the main force."
Derrick immediately came to a realization.
"You're still lacking the blessings of a deity?"
Colin fell silent. After more than ten seconds, he opened his mouth and slowly said, "Yes."
After a period of hesitation and struggle, he finally chose The Fool.
At the very least, those mushrooms really brought hope to the City of Silver.
After a period of hesitation and struggle, he finally chose The Fool.
Derrick held back his joy and recalled the exchange at the Tarot Club. He raised a question in puzzlement.
He asked in puzzlement, "Why don't you let those two god-level Sealed Artifacts give their blessings?"
He remembered that subsidiary gods, which were angels, could satisfy the requirements of the ritual. It wasn't necessary for a Sequence 0 true deity to provide blessings. After all, the Silver Knight was only a Sequence 3.
Colin fell silent again and hesitated for a few seconds.
"They won't give blessings."
Nine Heavens Divine King
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