After Klein became a demigod and gained initial control over Sefirah Castle, preventing its aura from seeping into the real world and attaching it to him, he didn't consider such problems. After all, this would result in abnormalities, causing him to be instantly recognized by Beyonders of the Fate pathway. It was rather unsafe. And at this moment, with Will Auceptin's reminder, he felt his thoughts clear up.
Back when I was only attached to Sefirah Castle and had a certain level of use, the accompanying aura and projection of Sefirah Castle was enough to make a saint of the Fate pathway not dare to look at it directly. It made the corresponding Low- and Mid-Sequence Beyonders feel as though they had seen a Mythical Creature. Now that I've gained initial control over Sefirah Castle, there's a high chance that I can make the "effects" even better … This can affect an angel that's a complete Mythical Creature? Sefirah Castle is at least at the level of Sequence 0? Yes, according to my guess, it might be a little higher than Sequence 0 … It has the trait of being corrupted if one understands it? Klein's thoughts became active as they flashed across his mind like bolts of lightning.
He quickly decided to return to the Forsaken Land of the Gods and find the monsters in the depths of the darkness and the marionettes in the fog of history to conduct experiments to determine if his idea was useful.
A smile appeared on his face as he said to the one-year-old child in the black pram, "I roughly understand what you mean.
"I think I understand what you mean. I'll have someone send you ice cream in the near future."
Will Auceptin, who was wrapped in silver silk, slowly turned his head and looked to the side.
"No, there's no need.
"I've been eating too much ice cream recently. It's affecting my body's development …"
Klein pricked up his eyebrows and said, "It's pure.
It's top-grade ice cream from Trier, the capital of Intis. "
"… Give it to me next week," Will Auceptin replied after some hesitation.
With that said, the chubby one-year-old child turned around and buried his face in the tiny pillow in the pram.
As Miss Magicians could only maintain the Historical Void projection for a limited amount of time, Klein didn't say anything else. With his unique traits, he forcefully broke free from the dream and woke up. He got out of bed.
Right on the heels of that, he reached out his right hand and pulled at the air.
Four or five times later, his arm sank, and he dragged out an ordinary-looking lady in a simple linen robe and a tree bark belt. She was barefooted and had long black hair draped over her shoulders.
The leader of the Church of Evernight's ascetics, Servant of Concealment Arianna!
At the same time, in a house in Hillston Borough, Fors, who was sitting on a reclining chair, seemed to be pulled by invisible strings. She sat up abruptly, her body straight, and the veins on her forehead throbbed.
She felt that her spirituality was like a flood that had burst a dam, surging into the void in front of her. She couldn't stop it no matter what, and it looked like it was about to dry up.
In the next second, the feeling eased up a lot, but it was still frightening. It wasn't something she could withstand at the moment.
In the hotel room, seeing that Ma 'am Arianna's Historical Void projection had gained sentience, Klein cut to the chase.
"I plan to work with someone to deal with a certain Shaman King from Rose School."
Arianna nodded lightly, indicating that she understood, but she did not give her own suggestions.
Seeing that the ascetic leader didn't give any warnings, Klein felt a lot more at ease with his plan to hunt the Shaman King.
"I'll be planning an operation against the Dark Demonic Wolf soon."
Arianna opened her mouth slightly.
"Be careful."
… Does this mean that I shouldn't underestimate the Dark Demonic Wolf, Kotar? Just as Klein was about to retort, his consciousness suddenly blurred. He saw the lady opposite him and himself in "Her" eyes turn incorporeal and quickly vanish.
Pa!
Fors fell into the reclining chair, her facial muscles twitching slightly.
This is even more tiring than writing all night … She gritted her teeth for a while and hurriedly tried to Cogitate to fall asleep.
Sometimes, when a person is extremely tired, he or she will have trouble sleeping.
…
In the Forsaken Land of the Gods, near the ancient city of Nois in the northern ruins, in the uninhabited dark wilderness.
Klein held the lantern that emitted a faint yellow light and circled around to confirm his surroundings.
Then, he found a rock to sit on and no longer blocked the gray fog's aura from infiltrating reality.
On this basis, Klein also subconsciously strengthened the projection of Sefirah Castle on him.
After finishing his preparations, Klein quickly transformed a monster hiding in the darkness around him into a marionette.
The marionette walked out of the area without any light and approached Klein under the illumination of the lantern, casting his gaze on him.
In the eyes of this marionette made from an ordinary monster, the black-cloaked and half-top hat Klein looked no different from before, apart from his eyes becoming deeper and his bearing becoming more indescribable.
After repeatedly testing different types of monster marionettes, Klein confirmed that ordinary people, or rather, most Beyonders, wouldn't be able to discover the aura of Sefirah Castle on him.
Following that, he reached out his right hand and dragged out his past self from half a day ago. He then controlled the rather sluggish Historical Void projection to cast his gaze over.
This time, "Klein" saw a layer of grayish-white fog shrouding his body. There were specks of light shimmering inside, but it didn't reveal his actual appearance.
He then dispelled the maintenance of the historical projection and attempted to grab Nimblewright Master Rosago and other Beyonders of the Seer pathway to repeat the experiment.
Yes, after strengthening the projection, Beyonders of the Seer pathway can directly discover certain abnormalities. However, at the very least, those below the level of angel can only confirm that I'm related to Sefirah Castle. They can't directly see that strange door of light, which is also the projection of Sefirah Castle … Klein wasn't too surprised by this outcome.
He took a deep breath, and after making preparations to "save" himself, he raised his hand and pulled out Enuni, who had just become his marionette.
Enuni raised his head bit by bit, and his eyes gradually reflected Klein's figure. It reflected the thin grayish-white fog that was spreading outwards.
In the depths of the fog, transparent or translucent twisted maggots formed countless balls of light. The balls of light stacked together, forming a door of light that was dyed bluish-black.
The door of light was much clearer than before, and it had a more textured texture. At the same time, its shape had also changed. It stretched to the top and became much taller.
This made it look like a tall, thin, and resplendent figure, and the grayish-white fog around it was the figure's hooded robe.
The different balls of light constantly flickered, making Klein feel as though he was being stared at by the deep, mysterious, and terrifying figure.
With a boom, Klein's head involuntarily tilted back. Blood mixed with transparent maggots spewed out from his pores.
The Worms of Spirit fell to the ground and struggled crazily. Some of them quickly dissipated, while others eventually calmed down and crawled back into Klein's body, burrowing into his pores.
Man … It's much better than the last time I fainted and lost my memories … Klein rubbed his temples and sighed silently.
Enuni, who was in front of him, was unable to maintain the Historical Void projection due to the impact he had suffered. He had vanished.
This was also one of the reasons why Klein didn't suffer too much damage this time.
Without Enuni, he wouldn't be able to see the strange door of light that had changed. He didn't need to continue attacking it.
After two seconds, Klein entered the fog of history. He took four steps counterclockwise and arrived above the gray fog.
As he watched the illusory dark light rise from his body and melt away, Klein finally heaved a sigh of relief and laughed self-deprecatingly.
I nearly corrupted myself and corrupted myself …
After that, I'll use Rosago and the other Beyonders of the Seer pathway to do another experiment: Under the situation of not being directly impacted, as the observation time increases, will I be reverse-corrupted by Sefirah Castle's projection …
…
Southern Continent, East Balam, Faoltec City, which was under attack.
Under the illumination of the crimson moon, the Rouen soldiers who were hiding behind the simple buildings were taking turns to rest to recover their energy.
Their faces were black and filled with traces of gunpowder. From time to time, someone would wake up and take out dried tobacco. They casually wrapped it and lit it with the remaining match. They brought it to their lips and took a deep breath. Their eyes were filled with numbness and blankness.
Several soldiers on duty at this line of defense smelled the smell of tobacco. They subconsciously sniffed and looked back.
"Do you still have tobacco?" a soldier holding a repeating rifle asked his companion in a low voice.
His comrade shook his head.
"I've long finished smoking them."
"I wonder when the next batch will arrive … I'm going crazy without tobacco!" The soldier who spoke first pointed outside the fortifications with his chin. "See that? There are so many corpses, so many hands, and so many feet. They used to belong to the living. "
Before the Sun set, the Resistance launched a ferocious attack. They crazily attacked the various defensive lines of Faoltec City. Their fearless attitude frightened the Rouen soldiers and servants. They nearly won, but in the end, they failed to break through the key defensive line. They left behind a large number of corpses and retreated like a receding tide.
His comrade fell silent for a moment.
"Perhaps tomorrow, or perhaps the day after, we will end up like this."
Having said that, he looked up at the crimson moon and said dreamily, "I wonder how Baekeland is doing.
I wonder how Backlund is doing. I haven't received a letter from home in a long time … I wonder if they have enough food, and if they can find a doctor if they're sick …
The soldier who had wanted to smoke was just about to curse the darn war and the darn enemy when his eyes suddenly widened. He raised his trembling right hand and pointed ahead.
"Alive, alive, alive …"
The soldiers looked over and saw that under the crimson moon, the mutilated corpses that the Resistance had left behind were crawling up one after another. They were staggering as they attempted to approach the defensive line.
In the distance, a mysterious man wearing a hood and a black robe embroidered with crimson patterns stood behind the Resistance with his arms slightly spread open.
The spirituality of the entire battlefield was rapidly growing.
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