This time, Klein didn't directly bring the Aztec copper whistle above the gray fog. Instead, he planned on doing the divination of the Mutated Sun Sacred Emblem in the beginning by conjuring it through the projection of the item. Although this would reduce the accuracy to a certain extent, and it might even result in the divination not receiving any effective revelations, with the gray fog between them, the intactness of the item could be guaranteed to the greatest extent.
He still remembered that back when he used the black ear that originated from the Listener to divine the source, the Sealed Artifact had suffered a counterattack from the True Creator. It had directly disintegrated and reassembled into a charm.
Therefore, when he suspected that the results of the divination might point to Death's corpse or other remains, pointing to the godhood power of a fallen Sequence 0 that had long changed the Berserk Sea's environment, Klein decided to leave the Aztec copper whistle in the real World. He could use the projection to divine it to prevent the possibility of this important item being damaged. After all, Death and the True Creator were on the same level!
As for why Klein dared to directly use Rosell's Travels to divine the source, it was because the ancient god, the Dragon of Imagination, had died a long time ago. The corresponding characteristics had most likely been inherited by others, and it had changed hands many times. Furthermore, the book itself was extremely sturdy. Even the full-powered attack of the Sea God Scepter couldn't damage it at all. By the same logic, Mr. Door might only be at the level of a King of Angels, and he was in an exiled and isolated state. He could barely transmit his ravings in, and it was almost impossible to cause any actual damage.
If I'm injured or corrupted, I can still use the power of the mysterious space above the gray fog to rapidly recover without leaving any latent problems. If the Aztec copper whistle is damaged, it'll really be damaged. I won't be able to contact Mr. Aztec again, and I won't be able to use it to attract undead creatures. I won't even be able to carry it around with me … Klein calmly and skillfully held the copper whistle projection and the piece of paper with the divination statement. He leaned back in his chair, half-closed his eyes, and chanted softly in a Cogitation state:
"The reason for the copper whistle's abnormality today."
After repeating it seven times, Klein fell into a deep sleep and entered a dream.
After an unknown period of time, he saw a dark and gloomy mausoleum. He saw a dark-colored staircase that extended all the way down and saw coffins placed around it.
The coffins were all open, and inside lay the dead one after another. White feathers stained with yellow oil had already grown out of their backs.
Even in his dream, Klein felt that this scene was extremely familiar, as if he had seen it before.
Just at this moment, he seemed to smell a rotten stench and hear the slow breathing of something. He felt that the darkness in the mausoleum was getting thicker and thicker, giving off an extremely deathly stillness.
Suddenly, high and low murmurs sounded at the same time. The corpses lying in the coffins with white feathers on their backs all floated up and looked out of the dream with their half-rotten, half-pale faces!
With a thump, Klein lost control of his heart, as if it was being dragged out of his chest by an invisible hand.
During this process, his dream disintegrated into pieces and returned to nothingness.
The last scene that Klein saw was that the corpses not only had white feathers on their backs, but also on other parts of their bodies. In addition, thin black tubes that were almost illusory pierced into their bodies and extended to the deepest part of the mausoleum, which was filled with a thick, evil, and cold boundless black fog.
The black fog slowly contracted and expanded, giving off a wheezing sound. When this scene and movement fell into Klein's eyes and ears, his skin rapidly paled, causing his skin to rot and ooze pus, causing fine white hair stained with yellow oil to grow out of his pores, and causing the projection of Aztec's copper whistle in his palm to explode into a cloud of black fog.
In the entire ancient palace, the long mottled table had rotted and collapsed. The twenty-two high-back chairs were wrapped in white feathers, as if they had a life of their own.
The endless gray fog rolled silently, and the mysterious space above it swayed gently. Everything quickly returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.
Klein, who had collapsed beside the chair, reached out to grab the table's leg, slowly stood up, sat down again, and let out a long sigh of relief.
He rubbed his temples and subconsciously made a comparison.
Weaker than the True Creator and Eternal Blazing Sun, but stronger than Mr. Door. However, I'm not sure if it's because the latter was exiled and isolated, resulting in very little power being transmitted in.
Why am I thinking about this? Anyway, I can't beat them. It's the same even if I become a demigod …
It's a pity that I didn't directly see the thing hidden deep in the black fog. Otherwise, I might have been able to obtain some potion formulas or mysticism knowledge.
Klein felt a baffling sense of regret as he cast his gaze to the side of the chair and saw an illusory black fog floating there.
This was the remnant of Aztec's copper whistle projection after it was shattered.
There's no sense of power, which means that it can't be used as a charm. What's the use of this? With a thought, Klein summoned a spare Paper Angel from the junk pile and threw it at the illusory black fog.
The moment the two came into contact, they immediately fused together. The paper figurine rapidly turned black, appearing deep and serene. White feathers that were stained with yellow oil grew out of its back.
This change only lasted for a second before the paper figurine returned to its original state, but it wasn't real enough. It gave off a half-illusory feeling.
Apart from that, there were feather-like patterns that covered the back of the paper figurine.
What can this be used for? Klein made the mutated paper figurine fall back into his palm.
He didn't dare to use divination to confirm the effects, afraid that he would see the scene from his dream again, and that the prepared object deep in the black fog would invade this place.
After repeated checks, Klein made a preliminary judgment based on his accumulated mysticism.
This doesn't contain any power, but it's very special. Perhaps when used as a Paper Figurine Substitute or Paper Angel, it can produce some strange effects similar to the undead domain.
This is just like my adventurer's harmonica. Although it doesn't contain any power, it can summon a messenger with special power …
Klein then put away the mutated paper figurine and began to interpret the scene from his dream.
A dark mausoleum, an open coffin, a dead man with feathers growing out of his back, and the black fog that permeates the depths. These revelations seem to point to Death, or an important item left behind by Death … Or could it be a product of the Charismatic Order's Artificial Death project?
By the way, why did I find it familiar just now?
Klein carefully thought about it and quickly came up with an answer.
He had seen a similar scene a long time ago in a divination!
Back then, the content of his divination was "the consequences of hiding the matter regarding Mr. Aztec from the Nighthawks!"
Back then, he had received two scenes from his dream. One was of him sinking into the sea of blood and being pulled out by Aztec. The other was of the two of them being in the dark and cold mausoleum, as though they were searching for something!
Klein had once interpreted it. He believed that the first scene represented him being in danger and being rescued by Mr. Aztec. The second scene indicated that the two of them were exploring a mausoleum or a place that was symbolic of a mausoleum.
The former had already been verified when the meteorite fell from the sky in Baekeland, and he finally had clues to the latter today!
Could it be that Mr. Aztec and I are going to explore the mausoleum that I just "saw?" But this mausoleum is very dangerous. The item hidden in the deepest depths of the black fog is of a very high level. It's only slightly inferior to a true god, and it's filled with malice … Klein frowned, believing that a joint exploration might not be a good thing.
This made him feel the need to stop Mr. Aztec, but he also suspected that he couldn't directly violate the divination scenes he had already seen. Otherwise, he would end up with a worse ending in a dramatic fate.
At least during the first divination, there was only the scene of exploration and no danger … Perhaps there's a way to circumvent it indirectly … This might be the reason why Seers are always vague. Sometimes, explaining things too clearly will have the opposite effect! Klein decided to vaguely mention his dream to Mr. Aztec when he met him in the future. He didn't interpret it in any way and wanted to see what his thoughts were.
After confirming his train of thought, Klein leaned back in his chair and looked at the dome of the majestic palace as it disappeared above the gray fog.
…
Light, fragmentary light, pure and clear light of dawn, shot out from the body of the Elder of the six-member council, another Demon Hunter, Waite Chirmont. It evaporated the white hair that grew out of his pores and suppressed the subsequent squirming of his flesh.
His arm muscles bulged as he pulled back the bowstring of the Dragon Slaying Bow, allowing the silver-white lightning and the light of dawn to interweave into a resplendent arrow.
The arrow flew out and instantly reached the altar that was piled with monster skulls, hitting the heavy iron-black coffin.
Without a sound, the arrow of light dimmed and disappeared without producing any effects.
No, the area around the altar turned darker and more deathly silent!
Inside the iron-black coffin, a voice with the sound of bones rubbing against each other sounded:
"Why? Why did you disturb my slumber?"
Upon hearing these words, Waite's heart sank a little. This was because the malicious intent wasn't concealed. This meant that the former Chief might have already become a monster.
The City of Silver's search for a way out had failed once again.
With a bang, the coffin's lid flew up and shattered into pieces. Large swaths of black fog emanated out from below in an endless stream.
Amidst this scene, Waite saw a figure slowly stand up from the coffin. He was nearly four meters tall, with long limbs. His body was covered in white feathers that were stained with pale yellow oil. Behind him, there seemed to be an illusory black tube that connected to infinity.
Behind the three Elders of the six-member council, the pitch-black river surged with huge waves as all sorts of arms, tentacles, and vines surged out.
At this moment, Waite saw the Chief's body rapidly change. He saw the clothes he wore being torn apart inch by inch by his bulging muscles.
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